oh dad
toast with melting butter
tea just so and then
the door closed the dark out
he went out somewhere
where he always went with
my thought that is was nice toast
such nice toast by the fire
in his special chair a smile
a mile wide wrapped around
that feeling of warmth
for ever more
just ice
the pin caused a stroke
there was no blood lost
although the northern lights
were bright red that night
and singing was heard
far away
a Ouija board
spelled out ‘justice’
draft
a poem pops up
either side of sleep’s border
the sandman hits snooze
but the games afoot
‘complete’ becomes a word
upon which the moon smiles
smug with it’s silver ink
it has edited it all before
over the mountains of its disregard
wide eyes smile
well i went like …
i am so small
the universe is so big
and yet
when i no longer exist
neither will the universe
where do birds go to die
i rarely see a dead bird
to another universe perhaps
what if what if
when i die i am born in another universe
where i am writing a poem just like this
and you are reading it
just like this
no not reading it ‘just like this’
but just like this poem ❤️
because it could be my ticket to immortality
i got the immorality bit sorted already
like
a mirror reflected see
to wear your heart on your sleeve
giving it all away
isn’t that what they say
well they certainly saw you
for
is it not their adumbrations
that delineate you
that arrest your outward flow
that send your stationary waves
slap back
against your home quay walls
for your ship has docked you
once more
‘the enemy’
we live in the days of ‘the enemy’
or it seems
ask
has it not always been so
you might disagree
strongly being a sort of enmity
if we cannot talk it through
‘my friend’
