I’m not gonna
lie
the idea
that life
isn’t infinite
spoiled my
porridge
I’m not gonna
lie
the idea
that life
isn’t infinite
spoiled my
porridge
Prepare yourself
for the future
grab some popcorn
it’s about to
begin
Always swim
on the surface
never be tempted
to go beneath
the waves
You see what the
world is really
like
when you go
where you
shouldn’t
I try to leave
my troubles to sleep
and step outside
their reach
but they follow
like hounds
on an aniseed trail
I poured tea
for a ghost today
she held no malice
on her tongue
no crumbs
of comfort
fell from her mouth
but sweet regret
she did serve to me
There’s something
spring in the air
a first daffodil
with something
to say
before the cavalcade
begins
that every shade
of green moment
an all too much
that can overwhelm
the unsuspecting
eye
I need sometimes
to turn away
and medicate
my gaze on the sky
Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills
What spires, what farms are those ?
That is the land of lost content
I see it shining plain
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again
A E Housman
This was published 1896
A sweet perfume
dies in the air
like the last notes
of a hot summer
Like something
beyond words
beautiful
achingly beyond
beautiful
put me in cuffs
I might swallow
it whole
The grass
is not greener
on this side of
the fence
remain in
your homes
stay safe
good citizens
I’ll never
know much
There’s too
many rocks
to look under
greed kills
more efficiently
than disease
Greed has no
cure
even good intentions
freeze
at minus thirty five
degrees
our thoughts don’t
turn out half
as nice
when instantly
submerged
in ice
As happy as
marmalade purports
to be
there is no mistake
that bitter sweet
belongs to honey
I wonder
where the other
half of granpaws
ashes is
half of him
lives in the attic
the other
an all over
american
we dumped
them on the
prairie
where he liked
to get drunk
but now hes
flying round
the universe
He never
included that
on his bucket list
nor the trip
to idaho