THE FINE LINE
The line is fine
between mad and
divine and yet there is
space for all to reside
between opposite
sides through
limits of mind
crossing the line a
second nature of mine
Short words
Today
I only want
short words
like those
in children’s books
if you can’t make me
understand
then maybe
you shouldn’t try
at all
Tomorrow
may be different
a saga I might like
or poetry in motion
a short story
your words’ delight
For days that
follow after
those mentioned
here above
I cannot say
for sure but
keep on talking
and I will
surely yield
WOULD YOU WORRY
Would you worry if I switched my phone to mute
Left you wondering how I was
If I managed and if I coped with it
Would you worry if I forgot the day of week, the week, the month, the year
Left you wondering where I was
If I struggled up the hill or not
Would you worry I left them all behind
Shut the door and turned off the light
If I carried on or not
FIRST IMPRESSION LAST
Love, oh love
so grand
the night before the morning sun.
Mayhap did mead cloud my heart
or not
yet to decide.
No coin left
my pockets all empty
must have had a helluva of a time.
Still asleep beside me
never before seen
a stranger, vaguely resembling a female from yesterday’s dream.
Not much left of her
all transformed
morphed into something new.
Sparkling blue eyes
removed
lenses floating in a cup nearby.
Curly hair
soft as silk
detached and hung beside the bed.
A bosom to die for
attached to the bra
now embracing a plant afar.
Kissing her goodbye
an option indeed
with dentures removed
I give it a miss
I need mead
I need mead to cleanse my heart
I need mead
I need it now
SNOG A TREE
I would snog a tree
if it had your lips.
I would risk a few splinters
if it had your thrust.
I would cut it down
and set it alight
just to feel your fire
next to me.
Is that love
I ask thee.
FEVER OF DEATH
forty-five degrees
fever of death
no strength
no desire
no breath
not apologizing
I bite your shoulder
excitement taking over
sorry
curls on skin
skin on skin
skin cover bones
bones hide beneath
slippery when wet
I slip
excited and breathless
apologizing wordless
your eyes
tells the story
no words are required
your tremble
your shake
your smile
I awake
THE SHADOWS OF SOLITUDE ARE REAL
Upon the path of the lesser knowing, wind chill roaming and icicles forming, the whores are out tonight.
Beyond the realm of reason, insanity rules the world, with the false and the fake and the great pretenders, prayers for guidance are heard.
The sole survivor ponders and preys upon the weak, the lame, the rotten and the stink, the shadows of solitude are real.
With a sigh, and without hope, I close the door and weep.
ONLY SUPERFICIAL WOUNDS
Walls so white pure white Blood, only a little blood not to worry - only a superficial wound
The Wanting, The Temptation, The Laughter — died The Hatred, The Filth, The Guile — smiled Die - please, die
ANOTHER DAY IN THE OFFICE
The call to arms, no
freedom remains, only
the choice to die or
perish in anguish, I
surrender to you, the
almighty corporation that
feeds me and my
peers, today and
forever