joy is …
… waiting for the delivery of the curry, knowing the leftovers will last for days
as if…
Pickles; Eric and jars full
awaiting layering upon a
midnight sandwich,
corned beef stacked on
cheese slices for a
perfect end to the
night
Static
The static of a black n white TV
after transmission’s ended.
(sizzling)
Outside the snow falling,
quietly building the piles
that made up my childhood.
(dreaming)
The chill inside; opposes
the flames from the fire place
logs chopped from birch trees
(stagnating)
The static of a black n white TV
became the pattern of
my life – sadly
the final day
On the final day,
our penultimate
masquerade. Is
there space for
them, in their
buttoned jackets;
coats of arms;
layered dreams
of old; and
charm?
HXmXn – pXrtXd
In the name of the King!
Open this door or
Bleed
as the axe swing
back or forth
You whore!
Filthy scum a snake
of two
Those lips of yours
will soon be
parted
Scorned – Tattered – Bereaved
Serpent rising
Hammer pounding
Your last desire
My morning glory
Our flesh their own
Story
Run fat boy, run
Weakest of the thirteen
Not even the crash bungs
Could keep him safe
Forcing the knee down
Scratching the pad
Until the rubber let go
He flew
Before gravity took hold
and mother’s embrace
became
final
Where are they now?
Before BFF & ROFL and
Electronic Mail,
Messaging through
Apps aplenty
I had friends
…
Autumn years / Fall appears
How quickly; a glass of wine
become a bottle; drunk
Red lips
turning white
as autumn leaves
arrive