I applaud thee
pretenders in
shadows lurking
creating your
persona seconda
at will, effortless
without
commandeering
believable by
most but
still not true
to heart, the
beating heart
in you is not
but
I applaud thee
for keeping it
up
Bring me pills to
cherish laughter
dance on ice
shouting – roller coaster!
spin and flick through
glossy adverts
pretending life is
good as gold.
As days grow longer and
the darkness recede,
life returning to
gardens asleep,
cover me with kisses
from roses and tulip
cover me with blankets of
love’s abiding truth
Another stair
Climbing up
Another stare
Falling flat
Another star
Shooting back
Another stir
Giving up – for good.
The passing of time
through counting
Doctor’s sweets
The empty boxes
stacked reaching
heavenly heights
The X and the
Y, never will the
two meet
They were the stories
never meant to be
told. Words spoken by
men in cloth, sealed
by whispering winds
forever buried among
secret handshakes.
They were the straw
on the camel’s back
the bullet for the last
man standing.
An empty bag drifting
feline gone amiss
the seal is broken
the book wide open
truth at last
set free
As I count down
the remaining hours of
the longest day
it is clear beyond
any doubt
it was just
another
day
The dirt under my nails
soil mixed with blood
the last empress in
residence eternal
the mound with
flowers growing
the memories
fading
the dirt
remaining
At the bottom of
the stairs
there’s a packet
of Gold
can’t be mine as
I don’t smoke
(Wasted)
When I asked for
Lights she gave me a
stare and a what?
I pointed and got
what I got, forgot
I don’t smoke
(Wasted)
At the bottom of
the stairs
there’s a packet
of Gold
almost empty
building dust
waiting to be set
alight this night
waiting for you
as I don’t smoke
anymore
The world on the brink of falling
off the edge of the world
turmoil about
sadness in heart
minutes remaining to
curtain call
