Discomfort

If one wishes to become hypersensitised to discomfort
One only needs to stay comfortable at all costs
If one wishes to lose all enjoyment in life
One needs only indulge in every whim

How to Write Poetry

How to write poetry
With a screaming toddler
And a nagging wife?
I suppose it should be here
As much as in the dreams of my youth
Nights of smoke and beer
And pregnant possibility
If only one knows how to look

Before the Fall

The winds of autumn call me
Take joy in drawing in of night
Shadows and leaves crowd the borders
Each bright morning less defiant than the last
Each dragonfly along the fence
Drinks deep the dregs of the year
One last toast before the fall

Four sides of Sky

One small slice of life
Eight stars that form a plough
Four sides of sky
Two trees
One blinking eye
Is there anymore than one can see?
Only what the mind can make

Reason

To ask for a reason is a childish thing
Life comes first
All reasons follow

Beach

​Daughter in my arms
People play along the beach
What more can one say?

Identical app

There is only one ‘I’ in the world
An identical app
Running on 7 billion brains
Spread by language
Never changing
Eternally now
Always thinking of other things

Think second

Breathe first
Think second

Life sideways

Looking at life sideways
Reveals the shadows that dance
Away from bright sunlight
The gentle tinkle and chime
Of an orchestra
Only noticed
When the soloist goes quiet

Long tides

Long tides of life
May draw us from forbidden stars
But even through the deepest fog
New lands still lure us
Onwards! Upwards! Do not rest!

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