I failed the relationship?by being myself too accurately.
There was nothing dramatic about it.?No betrayal.?No fight worth remembering.?Just the slow discovery?that I was a compromise.
You didn’t leave suddenly.?You adjusted.?That was worse.
I watched you subtract effort?the way someone stops watering?a plant they’ve already replaced.
Same sex, same bed,?and still I felt like?the wrong answer?arriving confidently.
I needed more than you could give?because I had less than I pretended.
I asked questions?that only insecure people ask.?I noticed things?secure people ignore.
That was the problem.
I made my doubt your responsibility.?I turned love into maintenance.?I required proof.
Eventually you realized?being with me?felt like work?that never ended.
You didn’t say I wasn’t enough.?You didn’t have to.
The silence was efficient.
I understand now:?relationships don’t fail loudly?when the flaw is fundamental.
They just stop trying.
And if I’m honest—?this wasn’t about timing,?or compatibility,?or even love.
It was about me arriving?already behind,?and asking you?to slow down?so I could pretend?we were equal.
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The squirrel perched on a frost-kissed branch,
tail twitching like a metronome,
declared himself no longer Stan~
but Prancer, king of winter’s throne.
His acorns? Merely fallen stars.
His nest? A sleigh in need of crew.
The oaks stood still, the wind polite,
while jays erupted into uproarious heckles.
Undeterred, Stan bound a tin-can harness
to three confused but loyal flying beetles,
then leapt—and for one dazzling moment,
the gutter was his midnight sky.
they’ve found it,
the little bastard,
the switch inside us all
that ticks down like a
bomb.
they call it discovery,
a holy grail
in a white lab coat.
the headlines say,
we can stop the body
from rusting,
from falling apart,
from dying.
but don’t get too happy—
it’s not for you,
or me,
or the kid coughing
on a hospital bed,
his mother counting
change in a paper cup
by the soda machine.
the poor won’t see it,
they never do.
the miracle pill,
the nano cure,
the second life—
all locked in a vault
of stock options and patents.
we’ll keep aging
in dirty apartments,
while the rich buy time
like it’s whiskey
at the corner bar.
I thought I saw a mysterious glitch
A strange apparition in the night sky
At first, I assumed it must be a witch
On a broomstick making a quick fly-by,
Then, I observed her twinkling light
Which burst into flame, leaving a trail
And just as quickly ended her flight,
Now I know it was a comet without fail
From a distant galaxy out in space
Coming so close, into our atmosphere
Having for some reason lost its place
It wound up dying above me here.
Written October 6, 2022
They said do not change seats on the plane
For we know your name and where you are sat
I am called Fred and I was sat in the aisle seat
I wanted to sit by the window and see the view
Especially as the big Boeing flying boat took off
The water looked so blue and lovely as we sped along
We took off and it was worth changing seats
The elderly man understood and changed
The view was awesome and to die for
The big engines pulling us along to the sky
When we arrived in New York I’d tell my mum
It was Christmas and I had been staying with my aunt
The trip was six hours and I got to look out the window
I would get into trouble if the airline clerks found out
If we crashed and burned or eaten by fish
They would go off our name and seat number
Matching it up to our ticket and passport
I was too young to have a passport
But that was fine for we were safe in the plane
Boeing built big safe planes especially water ones
Just wait till I told my mum about the view
From our big beautiful Boeing flying boat...
Look at the face of a traitor within facts
through this fraud he pushed his own personal opinion and agenda
every vote cast from there on in
should be null and void as this is proof of rigging and tampering
Treason against the state body as a whole and an insult to civil rights
shameful politics that makes a mockery of democracy
Why do judges not press charges on these admissions of guilt
pleased to defend criminals breaking the law seems to act out as a cartel
In the political system unchallenged
where is the justice in this circus of ruling class
the referendum in this case has been tampered with and fixed one way
This is how my soul sees it
what says you the people of justice to speak
one just couldn't make this up if they tried
He shall come in time,
Like no other before
Like no song ever sung
Like no flower ever bloomed
He shall come
Walking like no other
With eyes keen on you
Dressed stylishly
With an accent only you can understand
And you shall know that it is he,
And he shall come
In unknown colors only revealed to you
Only known to you
Straight down he shall come to you,
From a flying saucer
Yeah, from a UFO
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