Invention

If we talk it is always in double meaning.
Words flung into the air simply to fill the gaps.
Hung up like disregarded clothing,
my blisters stain me with reailty.
Today I walk bare-feet.

The gulls circle the same piece of ground,
searching for answers.
My brother points them out.
Our job is to watch them,
mould the sky like playdo-
form meanings
between the warm palms of our hands.
But there's no room for the secracy of opinion,
we do as we are asked.