subversive

The laws that lay down who should be loved, and how. And how much.

                                                                                                  – the god of small things 

remember remember, the tenth of november

the moon was full, burning like an ember

in a starless sky with clouds, thick and cold

the city slumbering, the night going old

.and we made love. taking a break from life

and time missed a beat, leaving us, took flight

bouncing off the big black water tank

it went rustling thru the coconut leaves

swinging across the wires lank

it flapped away on leathery wings

i admit, i’ve always been bad with rules

a little subversion, a bit of anarchy

harmless vandalism, works for me

no, no guy fawkes masks

a little bit of love is all i ask

any that you’d dare to give

any that u can spare, that is

from the life that you lead

any that you won’t need

that little bit of love is all i’ll take

not asking you to live for my sake

no no, i’m not going galt

don’t intend a revolution

the world may have its faults

but i don’t claim to have a solution

no, no major treason plot

just a little subversive collusion

just these stolen moments, stowed away

‘coz it’s memories that I hoard

and once in a while I burn something

because I get really bored