The Things They Think You Ought to Know

the things they think you ought to know

could fill a room of any size with

cloudbanks holding back the lies

they'll tell when you're not in the room

but you walk under a yellow moon

in a landscape of primary colours

and only hear the crystal angels.

fee simple what is owed and

fait accompli feeling more alone

ragtag mornings in school halls

are raveling still; who cares.

there's still a beauty everywhere

unravaged and

some of the sparkle won't wear off the starlight

in your mind and in your mind, walking away

from them still you'll start

mixing the yellows and blues

into the greenest day where

they won't find you

mary angela douglas 15 february 2014