i look in
and see the broken bits
and that the things
that no longer fit
Category: Poems November 2020
The Coordinates – Written Thursday 26th November 2020 (Aged 45)
they did not tell you
about privilege
but, nonetheless
you understood the contract
Crazy Youth Days – Written Wednesday 25th November 2020 (Aged 45)
misty eyed adventures
told like ragged folk tales
or new age ghost stories
they all stand to attention
Hang Down Your Paper Chains – Written Wednesday 25th November 2020 (Aged 45)
we are jigsaw puzzles
in pieces
held in bags
we are the rumenation
of all that makes us sad
Redirection – Written Wednesday 25th November 2020 (Aged 45)
i went to bed,
but then realisation
pulled the covers back
and i thought,
perhaps that is true
Music Box – Written Monday 23rd November 2020 (Aged 45)
someone –
has smashed the music box
it lies on the floor,
in tatters
and it will not sing anymore
Definitions of Sanity – Written Monday 23rd November 2020 (Aged 45)
i look at the news
it rolls up –
and it curls up –
there, right before my eyes
every illicit ideology
offers me no actual surprise
The Inevitable Journey – Written Sunday 22nd November 2020 (Aged 45)
The Inevitable Journey it feels like – we are travelling down a road on a journey – we started – … More
Back Home – Written Sunday 22nd November 2020 (Aged 45)
it told me that work politics
was just work relationships
but i am not so sure
all too often,
power plays and bullying
seem to underpin office floors
Success – Written Sunday 22nd November 2020 (Aged 45)
i fear, i always fear
that i am fuelled by my madcap ego
in its dashing shirt
that i am a bombastic joker
and someone has always got hurt