He looks at me with tired eyes

unshaven – disorder

He looks uncared for

neglected – forgotten

He looks at me

wanting – longing

A Man With a Child in His Eyes

a mirror reflection

(inspired by the title of the song The Man With a Child in His Eyes by Kate Bush)

In our brave new world
our poetry must be
variegated,
no more dark nights
starlit skies
Join me in a collective
puke, behold the sun
striking down to
reveal our
Rainbow of Dreams

there is a difficulty within,
preventing true friendship
blossoming. It is mine though
I take no responsibility for
conceiving or the nurture of
said difficulty. The genetics
being as they are, could be
factored times ten minus the
baby pram, winter bound.
Blameless, nameless as
the passing of time rules
that ignorance of fools is
just that – overruled

reality is fading
into a misty background
my London covered in
a fog so bleak
the rolling hills of green is
fading
my hope of living long is
dying
a tuppence bounce is
ending

lemon makes lemonade
stained pants
soiled souls
we could have had it all
but you chose none
lame duck no luck
lime aid – portrait
wishing
no one sang
the last song
in tune – breathless