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Pledge: Senryu

PLEDGE

Just give me three days
If I’m not back in three days
You’ll know that I’m dead

Leftovers

LEFTOVERS

Trying to use up
These bits and pieces
She never finished

Cornflour
Paper tissues
(Bless you)

I don’t use much of either
See, me, I prefer cotton
Prefer wholemeal

It’s eighteen months
And there’s plenty left yet
She doesn’t need them now

Twaddle: Shadorma

TWADDLE

They talk of
A future, get us
Believing.
What nonsense!
For they may only surmise
As may we.

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

Chain Saw Massacre

CHAIN SAW MASSACRE

A tiny whisper
Once there was a forest here
A silent teardrop

Passing The Time: Shadorma

PASSING THE TIME

Sits around
Waiting to peg out
There’s some past
Some future
The in your face presence
Spent unravelling

Genocide: Senryu

GENOCIDE

Awakening is
A slow and cloudy process
Let’s hope we have time

Merry-go-round

MERRY-GO-ROUND

This same old same old.
Born, child, youth, adult, old, dead.
Always different though.

Just Imagine

JUST IMAGINE

To imagine to live
Is not a trick on its own
Death is its sequel

Fading Posters

FADING POSTERS

Seven years fly by
While we, observers, spy
As others one by one disappear
Change – endless change – mere change
Where art thou yesteryear? A hollow laugh?

To not laugh perhaps our sole recompense
To mock the empty mocker and so repost
Salut! and Salut! and Salut! and Salut!
Within time – time as both illusion
And yet at the same time eternal

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