How passed the night for you?
Alone but surrounded by those
Damaged, lost trapped souls
With their hard-luck sagas,
Their hard-look stares,
Peeling-paper rooms
Reached by gin-steadied stairs.
Monthly Archives: September 2015
The Winds Have Changed …
If I were human (great lumbering brutes that they are) …
If I had human language, calculated time like a human –
Took it for granted like a human –
Then this would be
2015,
Mid-September
End of summer,
Autumn creeping in …
If I were human,
Thought as one of them,
Named things in the
Ridiculous, disinterested way they do
(Then having catalogued it, so casual dismissive
Let it go) …
I would be
Butterfly.
I have known vast expanses of colour,
Winged, gloriously anonymously over them,
Drinking in perfumes and nectar
Gorged myself
On treasures offered
Thinking not of the past day
Never mind past lives
(Though the sugars I digest
Drive me forward, impetuous, impatient
And make fairy grasshoppers of my memories
I believe I may be dimly aware
That I existed before:
But that is so, so unimportant
And I have neither need
Nor call to…
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This Rock, Rock, Rock …
It’s a long old,
Slow old time
Comin’; limping
Kinda lop-sided
Down the dim-lit,
Low-blow alleyways
But it’s devil-bones simple
And soon flooding
My senses,
My soul.
Eyes Full Of …
Sitting by ornate-iron table
In the owl-light garden;
Head full of distances,
Eyes full of sky.
One a Day Will Do It
So …
Take the white one
(In truth this will have
Absolutely no effect,
Though you may feel smaller
And/or that you have
Become invisible) …
beeseeker 
