Mirror broken, shard's outspoken
Piercing, rupturing, into her heart
No prisoners taken, her life token
Devoured his latest thirst fulfilled
Appetite quenched, now plied art
As sly innuendoes, master skilled
A journeyman of no consequence
Thoughts brims, he can only blart
Ill poised, insecure, inconsequent
Others taken in by this false farce
So he waits on others info to part
As his truth found, is more sparse
What life, left inside of her, awaits
Her wounds heal, new life to start
Takes note of his narcissistic traits
Waits her turn, given no objection
A fury unfurled onto this dim clart
Fulfils a dream, of pure perfection
Waterway
When I saw the river it was not new to me I had often
seen it my dreams, its brownish water steadily seeking the ocean
and unquestionable becoming inconsequent.
It was obeying the law of the nature and not asking why it
could not run the other way back to white water of innocence.
I’m a rusty leaf in this water being dragged downstream trying
to hide under the long grass of the embankment trying to learn
once more that sex is not love, I nod in deference but I do not
understand why coitus should be wrong even if it is the wrong
Time, wrong woman in a house of ill repute. I say; let me do my
Mistakes again and learn nothing of interest.
This day is not like any other day;
It has never been, nor ever will be
Again.
Though pregnant with eternal yesterdays
Touching all its tomorrows
It is all we ever have to hold and make our own
- Those others fore and aft are ghosts,
To which legions this as well shall add itself -
Each new day defines us as we are, complete,
On some special one
That will not announce itself
Nor look like any other,
We shall walk with it to where there are days no more,
Into that Undiscovered Country.
- So spurn no day as inconsequent.
It brought its gifts or griefs to you,
Subtle or profound, to carry or reject.
Seize each day, they are the Prayer beads
On the rosary of your life;
Walk close with them
Into each one's sacred sunset.
Tired
I am so tired today
All my will and strength
Seems to have leaked away
Seeping from a hole in my left foot
A human skin balloon
I slowly deflate
I can’t rally my thoughts
Or make a break for a coffee cup
It slouches like me in a delirium of non-wake up
Outside the wind is up
Ah yes the wind mad March calling
Battering flags and snapping branches
Interrupts my drowsy thoughts meandering
Polishing pointless inconsequent causalities
Polishing pointless inconsequent causalities
Not a bad line for someone who is half asleep
But the human balloon
Still slowly deflates
Leaking out from a hole in my left foot
I think the best thing for me
Is an early night
Good bye long day; good night tonight
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