Heart Friends

HEART FRIENDS

A true friend then
Is not that coward
Who’s too fearful
To risk your anger

Yet brave enough
To bitch about you
To other people
In your absence

It took you years
To recognise this
But the other kind
Don’t even notice

Sneaking Senility

SNEAKING SENILITY

I didn’t forget
To do it but I forgot
That I had done it

City City City City City

CITY CITY CITY CITY CITY

Here in this city
In this mockery of life
Life eluded me
It eluded everyone
While few noticed its absence

Flowers

FLOWERS

Flowers I love for
They leave me be

So sing me to sleep then
Then sing me awake again
O sing me to death and back

Before sheepishly I cry wolf
Both before and then after
Bayed, bays, bays and shall bay

“Have you splayed and displayed?”*

Lately lapsed warden strayed
Way far beyond the garden fence
Among the shadows in the wood
Took an unexpected turning
Somewhere down the line

Washed up hereabouts drowning
Within my own drying bones
While the near by is far awry

Empty of troths
Truths opinions
Until one lone day
Alone no more
No less

Retired to lick my wounds

Noli me tangere
No mean danger
No bedroom headroom

Collidoscope† collapsing
Time to fight my own fight
Overstand the web of soul

For flowers I love for
They leave me be

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* “For those of you who live elsewhere “Have you paid and displayed?” is a common sign in English car parks, referring to purchasing a ticket from a machine on arrival that needs sticking on your windscreen to cover a specific time period.” (https://365project.org/casablanca/365/2017-06-03)

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Beached

BEACHED

Lying here half drowned
Waiting for the tide to ebb
To leave boundless sky

Only Living Relation

ONLY LIVING RELATION

Am I too slow now
Or the universe too quick
Not that we’re not one

Ingrown

INGROWN

Don’t blame your parents
They were already upfucked
Before you were born

Insecurity

INSECURITY

You give me a hug.
As a gift or a request?
I’m never certain.

The Cuckoo

THE CUCKOO

Alarm bell rings out
Cuckoo in the nest!
Cuckoo in the nest!
Cuckoo in the nest!

Knowing onlookers
(Programmed so to do)
Pity these deaf parents
Puzzled yet obeisant

Watching their progeny
Thrown overboard
By this guzzling
Immigrant

No one though pities
The cuckoo’s offspring
Motherless, abandoned
Left to fend for itself

Still there’s always poetry
As there’re always poets
Who never quite fitted in
Left casting their pallid light

And treating Spell Check
As a servant rather than a god

Gambol, Gambol

GAMBOL, GAMBOL

“Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.”

Gambol, gambol, little lamb
How I wonder who I am!
Dancing, prancing, high then low,
Never knowing where I go.