A Thousand Romances
A thousand romances but not one is mine, I’ve searched, I’ve ducked and dived. Like a bird swooping down for insects that is us. You and I prey to everything but often caught in chaos, so floating in air love energy stays, in cotton balls blowing into our ears. It whispers forlorn bereft of home, the imaginary couplings never to be. In an empty room with a fleece upon my thinner knees and one shaft of light through a half opened door, goodnight may darling dreamers
Do I Like Decay
Do I like decay, I’m not sure, I look at my wrist. A crocodile comes to mind leather, not yet preservable, moisture not yet diet. To be someone else, sceptical. Clothes could do better imagination required a star… no they are in the sky above, in the sky motivated by the moon but I’m in bed now curtains closed, missed my turn for a gravity, job immortality, no too many dead flies.
My car windscreen in summer tells me no lies, so how does one hold it together. Difficult roused by Mondays din, water ran from my tap, the mirror tells no lies as long as I see it’s me. Do you remember what’s changed.
Chance has it my age, it appears upon the mirror I look at it bloody hell is that me oh yes my friend the secret voice to the inner temple. Literally you’ve won one more day on earth. God says the drinks are on me I’m your father your going to be a spirit, I said I’ll drink to that amen and ten bloody marys later.
My Love For Thee
How dense is my love for thee it fills a cloud on high, settling soft near a white bright golden sun, soon to evaporate your highest love. Temporary as in all wants and lusts to the unfeeling, it means nought for our fleetings in life hard to catch not so profound the meaning of this in truest sense continues in the lives of mortals in ether channels unique.
From Head Down
From the head down here we go who are you?. Asks the Alien at the panel twisting and turning at his controls glance after glance, is the conversation. Fixed upon you. We are no speech between the subjects profile. “Outreach monitoring are we, the night catchers caught average specimens tonight, great leader.” A glance is a great conversation to the inner soul I go, remodeling has begun .There is a lot to do, and I will return you to earth ground, you will work for us now you go and will come back soon with many like me of my kind and kinship…a roar like a thousand cannons then he was gone.
Melancholia
Melancholia that’s what we got all day and all night like achy dull headless beer, melancholia cos we like to talk down, its all wrong mate, do ya know I just got stuck in the groove at the slowest speed, I spin, we are stuck please clean me. So yep we can start again the time is of the up and up and every day we replay the game of life. Some winners, many more losers and so it goes on day after day.
The Autistic Guy
Yes I always believe love is soluble let’s drink to love energy and promote kindness and understanding ironically saying that, I’m trying to get them both taken into a home for their own safety it is wrong for eighty plus to live a mile down a lane with heavy need, but guess what they are using an autistic spectrum guy to have another day with the birds and other wild life. I believe when the crunch comes I will have to move to place anew.