laugh ~ don’t make me cry
taste the tears
happy or sad
they run the same
but taste different
have different constituents
(so we are told)
different functions
(so we are told)
but this i know
you cannot turn them on
only others can
you can stop them
yes or yes
you can dam them
build up a still lake calm
pressurise them until
shoulders heave
bursting
with sobbing laughter
look just look now
all the chips are sodden
sod it sod it
s o d it all
jen
i see a wire
a long wire
at one end there is a myth
at the other a plunger
you know
the type they wind
then depress to explode
the myth sky high
heads up
eyes widening
as broad as your smiles
ownership
of the dynamite
is such an aphrodisiac
jim
nostalgia ~ not all it was cracked up to have been
i remember
when nostalgia
was all i had left
past caring
i stopped just there
and turned back
the pages un-reading
the book’s end unraveling
it’s beginning beginning to show
how threadbare nostalgia is
not at all what i thought was was
or ever would be
but me crossing over
a zzz in the garden
many are the shapes of sunlight
in the ranges that curve the air
the sun is long over the yardarm
and i’m asleep in me garden chair
straw boater set at jaunty
the weather set long and fair
the bees are asleep in the foxgloves
and i’m asleep in me garden chair