The Postmarks

Know Which Way The Wind Blows

The Postmarks


Drawing eyes 
from across the room 
they're staring out of the paper 
but you are withdrawn 
from the faces looking on 
are you a spy 
or an artist drawing lines 

is there a hidden camera 
in your pen 
cos i'm having trouble avoiding 
the questions in your eyes 
if this is your disguise 
please stop trying to draw 
information out of me 

drawing eyes 
wide-open like 
the curtains to a play 
but i cannot stay 
in the audience 
feeling so withdrawn 
from the faces looking on 
to applaud for curtain call 

do you carry magnets 
in your pockets 
cos i'm having trouble 
resisting your gravity 
when you are near 
please stop drawing this out 
using your secret agent 
on me