September 2017

spinning still

another drum, beating down
a cheating heart in blossom
another drum, beating down
calling for forgiveness
another drum, beating down
a death in an ageing drama
another drum, beating down
their silent voices howling
another drum, beating down
the icicles of youth growing
another drum, beating down
the wheel of hope spinning
and spinning still

absinthe absence

in the absence of clear thought
I revert to calling myself
George

in the absence of clear thought
your stare amuses more than
scares

in the absence of clear thought
I am a boy in a boat
going fishing

in the absence of clear thought
your drinking habits
I inhereted

in the absence of clear thought
would you be proud of me
I wonder

I dream of her

green eyes and
red hair, I
dream of her.
each night a
silent movie
plays, black on
white yet I
know for sure
her eyes be
green and the
fire in her hair
is calling me
there

coming out

I came out – a writer
a long, long time ago
I came out – no lightning
in a language, fading slow
I came out – dreaming
of healing a broken mind
I came out – hoping
my words could mend me
I came out – a writer
the dream of hope still
alive

to feel safe

the fear of feeling anything apart from safe drives my life and my numbing exercises, the excessive consumption of nectar, the carefully interwoven patterns of fondling of self and the hours that remain – sold to whomever pays the highest, the avoidance of all else is the price I pay – to feel safe

in the dark and dingy forrest
naked, with his back to the Methuselah,
pinioned for God knows how long, only
mental masturbation kept him
sane…

M.M@M (3 Sept 2017)

dreaming; not dreaming

the lack of physical contact, not to mention intimacy, will ultimately be the trigger that severs the stream of life from me. To make it swift I beg you to use the guillotine, anything else would just extend, this nightmarish dream.

our time will come

I did not leave any
strangle marks this
time, I am sure but
aye to be sure to be
sure one should not
rely solely on the
eye as the I might
falter as the eye
once did. The noose
uncomfortable, the
gibbet well tended,
the circle of life
again meeting the
hand of the
headsman. I will
rejoin the wheel
of time once more,
be patient I beg
you, our time will
come.

message in a bottle

aujourd’hui / today / idag

desire require presence

maintenant / now / nu

focus as there was no tomorrow

plus tard / later / senare

becomes what you make of 

the now

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