in the bottom of a glass of beer

The world flips, languages change
yet here you are
stood in the bottom of a glass of beer

what continues

what you allow is what continues
this is a case that's almost the truth

cursive painted, how many times have you
stolen kisses in the elevator

called it a love, how many times have you
caught a wrist in the kitchen

grabbing hard the stick arms
bruised, called it another form of kindness

how many times have you told someone
who was uncalled for, it was called for?

what you allow is what continues,
touch, kisses, a word slanting sideways

you are what has been kept happening
a little less kindness, a little less love.

noise licking my ears

I can never get used to the sound
arriving after glory of silence
with many tongues licking my ears

Reputation to uphold

this is what is said about reputation
it has to be upheld
like a coin into the sunshine