they did well
with the surface
no inward chat though
i envy them in one breath
but in the next –
so evaporates my regrets
Tag: poetry
You Are Not Here to See Us – Written Monday 18th September 2017 (Aged 42)
you are not here to see us
your chair was empty
but my heart is still full of you
plenty of,
time has come and gone
The Past is a Foreign Land – Written Monday 18th September 2007 (Aged 42)
but it feels so far away
the victorian houses
the edwardians streets
they no longer feel like home turf –
beneath my feet
I Am Sorry – Written Thursday 14th September 2017 (Aged 42)
i am sorry,
felt cheap and already paid
i could not score it
beyond something quite low
The Hard Edge of a Shell – Written Thursday 14th September 2017 (Aged 42)
i do not always want to take part
i am not fixer,
or a joiner
or even a hand mixer
When Paper Cups Were Connected by Simple String – Written Thursday 14th September 2020 (Aged 42)
we chew over the fat
and pick over the carcass
feasting on the bones
we pick on the rest and we push
Engulfed – Written Thursday 14th September 2017 (Aged 42)
you have to understand,
every like,
every moment,
every decision,
it has been highlighted
Naked Ambition – Written August 2017 (Aged 42)
when does –
naked ambition
put back on its clothes
when is it comfortable
to pose?
The Garden Has a Tall Tree – Written August 2017 (Aged 42)
i suspect
there is no room in your life
for the likes of me
the bike is in the shed
and the garden has a tall tree
Friendship Fool – Written July 2017 (Aged 42)
now, now you show the world
that you cannot do enough for them
but for me you could do very little
i think you have made up the life you live
