We shouldn’t resent the mayflies
But we do,
So full of life for a season
Long legs and breasts a-bursting
In a few years career and kids will take their toll
But tonight they’re timeless
And we yearn to be with them
Those doors are closed now
Yet do I pick at the lock
So I might be young, again.


Do I dwell

My stories curl around these trees
These house fronts
Ghosts that haunt and twist the bright daylight of this old town
Into shadows and memory
And there, not here
Do I dwell


If we fail
If we dwindle and die
It was a beautiful dream we lived
To give all we had
And what is failure really
If it can paint such a story of hope?

Shared Universe

What purpose of life can their be
But to creatively –
And by that I mean honesty
Express that one mean corner of existence
That is uniquely you?

For we are forever worlds apart
You and I
Except when in words
We create a shared universe
To pour all the joys and hurts
Of our common existence
Then we are One

Prefer the Darkness

Wind whips wind ships
Me to places new
Sometimes I think
I prefer the darkness
The treasures lost in snow
I might never find


I feel a peace and stillness
In my soul
In the sight and silence
Of the snow

Only for itself

Then what is left
Why do anything?
Thats it precisely the answer
Do it only for itself
Never for another reason
Another time
That exists only as thought


It is only through our inventiveness
And by extension, our self delusion
That we put off our despair
And hence its resolution

Become Ordinary

Life is so unconscionably cruel
By giving us more
It takes away
The more you love
The more you will miss
When love has dwindled to dust
And so we must be Spartans
Granting ourselves only fleeting pleasure
After much discipline
That we may trick life
And make the ordinary seem a gift
And any hardship or trial
A reward for those few stolen heartbeats
When we remember careless nights
On the French Riviera
You and I and the unmapped future
Of youth
What I would give to have that back now
I knew it was special then
Now I realise it was priceless
No billionaire could buy that mind of unbridled optimism
You were the greatest lay I ever had
But had we stayed together
So many years later
Might we be bored with one another?
And so like the Spartan I should perhaps be grateful
For these bitter ashes, these memories undimmed
My regrets now are my pleasure
For unsullied they are
By succession
And the numbing turn of the years
So I remember you now, lost love
Lost life
And celebrate that I never knew you
To become ordinary

Discipline of Breath

Discipline of breath
You need less air than you think
Slow strokes take you home

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