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 … More

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

a box of red flags
a carrier bag of lost things
a wooden trunk
full of poor attachments

equality
is a power reality
a resetting of the switch
oppression tries to knock it down
so power gives us a lift