what will never come again
the softest of lips
do I remember my first kiss
eons must have passed
beneath star free skies
even recalling the
the softest of lips
of my final kiss
betrays me
Prompted by a @maxmundan prompt: What will never come again
Coming
I take your “Coming Out” and raise you
“Not Coming For Years”
you poured cement into his shoes
welded his fly shut
turned your back and
walked off
laughing
let it be
should I let it be
let it go on and
silently ignore the signs
turn the other cheeks
into the wind or sun
and pretend my
aging process stopped
along with the
free lunch long ago
the rotting teeth and
crackling feet with
aching knees
at midday
sitting down
the bleeding SURPRISING
junctions passed but never
taken
turning back a
constant matter
signs to some
of fading weather
but I just stick my
head in the sand
let it be as it was
meant to
be
Prompted by a @maxmundan prompt: let it be
love and fear (a study in bad handwriting)
you ask for truths
of love and fear
my mind ahummingย
repeated thoughts
unfinished
stressed out by
speeding bullets
dodging daily
dramas oft
sobriety a
stranger calling
my notes say
g love forget me not
as winter beckons
fear – not
a coffee stain smudge
obfuscated truth
learn – it was
reminder for
the day ahead
Prompted by a @maxmundan prompt: love and fear
a gift
in another language
softly spoken and
one close to my blood pump
the word gift means poison and
married too
not a fragrance of desire
as my days are coming to an
end, the nights ahead will never
satisfy your kind
I give you a promise though
no matter how far I go
the memory of you will never
fade
the months just gone
our Crossing paths
the unknown and desireable
will always be
your parting gift
I know
thirst
There is thirst
lingering thirst
knocking on the door thirst
waking you in the middle of night thirst
and then there’s
fcuk I need to drink that bottle of wine out of a pint glass thirst
do
not
wait
that
long
poltava begone
why ask for forgiveness
when I have nothing
done
my umbrella open
strolling with the
sun behind me
on streets
of prayers
children tugging
battle formation
mercy calls
hollow eyes
following my steps down
into
a kingdom
of dark
dark
days
ruler – liberator – snow
sidestepping
the chain of command
the desire to knock on
the door
of life
never approaching
the well of youth
carrying the corpse over
snow covered mountains
brothers realising
the kingdom has
finally fallen
the raven flies high over
the lion bleeding
fearless