I sit here,
imagining versions of me —
the ones,
that I know
can never be
Tag: February 2026 poems
Wake Up At Four – Written Wednesday 18th February 2026 (Aged 50)
I know though,
memories are just paper
or parchment,
or fragments of a song,
like long haul trailers
that I haul along.
Jarring – Written Sunday 14th February 2026 (Aged 50)
I wonder,
where does it fit in?
Restlessness
is something
on which I cling.
Talents Elsewhere – Written Sunday 15th February 20265 (Aged 50)
in hallways
that are my age;
in rooms
that are painted
in rage.
The Devil Ate Your Hamburgers – Written February 2026 (Aged 50)
And you cosied up
to the devil
when your evangelical religions
became false.
And now,
Faith and Belief – Written Monday 9th February 2026 (Aged 50)
People place faith,
belief,
and trust
into wicked demons.
Cycle Back – Written Monday 2nd February 2026 (Aged 50)
I close a gate;
step down.
I stop,
I pull down the shutters;
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