Blame The Wine: Double Shadorma

BLAME THE WINE

He’s sorry
She ever approached
him … But then
So is she
Nothing left but to withdraw
With eyes averted

After all
Martial arts training
Lesson one
How to fall
Safely without injury
So glad he learnt that

Gamey: Senryu

GAMEY

Did his best to make
An honest woman of her
She was too far gone

Without Bars: Four By Six

WITHOUT BARS

Prefers to drink at home
The alcohol’s cheaper
And being by yourself
The company’s better

Yellow Card

YELLOW CARD*

We cannot understand anything
While our understanding gets in the way.

Stop expecting what you’re expecting.
It’s time to give up.

But who is it that gives up?
Okay I give up.
…..
…..
Some unknown friend came by
Dropping a little yellow card
Through my letterbox today.

On one side were the words
“The words which are written
On the other side are true.”

On the other were the words
“The words which are written
On the other side are false.”
…..
…..
Stop expecting what you’re expecting.
It’s time to give up.

But who is it that gives up?
Okay I give up.

We cannot understand anything
While our understanding gets in the way.

~~~~~ ~ ~~~~~

*Yellow card.

Dead End: Senryu

DEAD END

Time to say fare well
She is a waste of his time
As he is of hers

Epitaph

EPITAPH

Waste then no precious time
Worrying if your epitaph reads
Etched in gold on black marble

…….A LIFE IN RETROSPECT
A DISASTER FROM BEGINNING
………………TO END

For you have another ever in mind
You’ll take to the grave and beyond

…..WHEN YOU TAKE RISKS
…..THAT IS WHEN YOU FLY

Skin Deep: Four By Six

SKIN DEEP

Complexity can be
Such a burdensome gift
So sympathise with those
Who prefer the shallows

purple petals

Deserves more readers. (IMHO)

words less spoken

when i was a teen girl

i had a teen boy lover

he was broken like James Dean

and like Brando a real bad ass mutherfucker

he kissed with a platinum tongue

as we walked along the Venice sand

he’d get into fights

all bloody and bruised

but we still caught the moonlight

sucking on the booze

we’d fuck until we couldn’t walk

not because of sex or anything

but because of all the glue we huffed

those were wild times

in the eyes of other people

to a punk skater kid

of broken inner spirit

the life style was his fort

me i was just a wanna be

looking for a Trojan Horse

to leave this solar system far behind

by sixteen i’d been dead so many times

and had gotten taken advantage of by force

all because of it

Blaine with the dirty blonde mohawk

my only refuge…

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Please Help Us God

PLEASE HELP US GOD

We know the drill
If not from life then TV
“I swear to tell the truth
The whole truth and nothing
But the truth so help me God”

So much of what we believe
We know is but subjectivity
Built as we grope our way
Of calcified assumptions
And received knowledges

There does indeed exist
An essential framework
With a good and a bad
That is nicely pliable so
Applicable as required

Sadly heart and mind concur
We are all too oftentimes
Cut off from our source
And so unwittingly impose
Our own distortions instead

The Silent Majority: Senryu

THE SILENT MAJORITY

Some folk have no voice
Some folk don’t know what to say
Some folk are just dumb

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