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Countdown To Gratitude

COUNTDOWN TO GRATITUDE

7 – Losing you woke me screaming
6 – The screaming subsided
5 – Took a look around
4 – Discovered I’m
3 – Even so
4 – Still here
1 – Whole
0 – Boundlessness … ness … ness …

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

Stuck In The Mud

STUCK IN THE MUD

Seeking duration
We forget love transcends it
And remain mired

Compassion

COMPASSION

Poor rich Donald
Had a heart once too

But has not yet
Found the courage

To admit it is broken
And embark upon

The painful journey
Required to mend it

A Handful Of Sexualities

A HANDFUL OF SEXUALITIES

Four fingers, one thumb.
Various parts; the same hand.
Words; names; attitudes.
Different, not separate.
Cut one off and all feel pain.

Family

FAMILY

They were both upfucked
It was nothing personal
Still I’m upfucked too

Turn! Turn! Turn!

TURN! TURN! TURN!

Feeling is healing
But not until the time comes
Till then it is hell

PTSD (A Four By Six)

PTSD

Disturbing images
Still after all this time
Scratches soon disappear
Scars remain forever

Of Course I’m OK

OF COURSE I’M OK

One can easily hide one’s pain from others
Since generally they aren’t paying attention

One can hide one’s pain from oneself too
Temporarily at best – and only at a cost

Alter Net

ALTER NET

Those who view breathing
A necessary evil
Deserve our support