i could give you the answers
but,
are they the answers –
that you want to hear?

maybe –
i am envious
and i am just seeking attention
maybe i am devious
and oblivious
to the seriousness of others

pull these levers
change the points
creaking rails
broken joints

as an older person
you are mugged and drugged –
by nostalgia
the drug –
forces you to reminisce

i was not given –
confidence and belief
as a child
i experienced disruption

to ensure
that we all felt confident
and that we were not left in
the dark deep pool of anxiety

Letters Not Sent letters not sent days unfinished poems not titled people found but then lost days in hangers just…

and then,
you do know something’s
or you know too much
naivety,
has lost its golden touch

power looks to consolidate
its power
and it looks,
to disenfranchise others

it lights me up in a kind of hope
and i turn back to my work
clutching a cup of tea
i know, the person i love made me