All I Do

I used to write poetry
now small talk is all I do
why this works better for me
haven’t got a single clue

I used to write poetry
scribbling on the things that I
knew the great ones wrote about
which I’d never even try

I used to write poetry
now small talk is all I do
why this works better for me
haven’t got a single clue

Now small talk is all I do
and it’s all I’ll ever want
small talk to the life I live
and to the one I cannot

Now small talk is all I do
weather reports I speak of
to those I’d die to live with
to those I just can’t kill off

I used to write poetry
now small talk is all I do
why this works better for me
haven’t got a single clue

Why this works better for me
this taking of the final bow
this end to days of tea and
conversation with the crow

Why this works better for me
can well remain a mystery
I’m no more a gravedigger
poems the shovel I carry

I used to write poetry
now small talk is all I do
why this works better for me
haven’t got a single clue

Haven’t got a single clue
this spacious obedient heart
an abandoned place you say
I just call it a fresh start

Haven’t got a single clue
if I’m now a deserter
I would much rather believe
it’s the war that’s over.

I used to write poetry
now small talk is all I do
why this works better for me
haven’t got a single clue