Tuesday, August 21, 2012

casual cruelty

Somewhere they are shifting chairs
I hear the screech across polished floorboards
the scratches to thin personality of wood
forever marked by such casual rough treatment
casts up another face
a girl from long ago
(though in truth she was already a woman
I was just a fool not to know)
who in my loving ways I left crying
not understanding what we had or felt
only later in taking stock
saw the monster I was then
with such casual cruelty
slayed such uncomplicated beauty
and karma in reflection
said enough of that
no more can you catch unicorns
the world vengeance shall have
for discarding love so easily
moving on without a care
innocence is broken
cynicism rule your heart
every one you meet tomorrow
be a reflection of your shallowness
as you did all be cruel deception.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

the days turned upon themselves

Find me lost
crippled limping
a drowned cat in the rain
gypsy having lost his compass
Tomorrow is always today
today was always tomorrow
and yesterday inevitably follows
proving history and hindsight right
as if percentages of certainty after the event
were worth as much as those considered before
when all is uncertainty all is risk all is change
and the escape clause of not doing
of not seeing tomorrow glorious
allowing today to remain as were yesterdays
and as the yesterdays which shall inevitably
follow the smallness of our thoughts and instincts
the gross pymgy we would be if leant upon by our fears
and so you find me lost
as I look over the horizon from today
to the edge of potential tomorrow
lost courage lost hope lost direction
and today will be yesterday crowded by so many might have beens
unless take the challenge of today to paint tomorrow brightly and glid it in gold
for tomorrow never arrives
the tomorrow we seek is this today
which we must dress in hope and promise
so glorious ever will remain our yesterdays.

Friday, March 9, 2012

Drunkenly

Drunkenly


The sideways stagger
parking meters set your course
poles along your Everest descent
from fun to place of rest
the hallways and corridors provide
walls against which you bump
corralling you along the journey
from front door to bedroom
knowing you should have one more drink
a long cool clear glass of water
to help soothe the aching head of the future
which tomorrow on waking shall overwhelm
set drums to pounding
in every movement and every sound
after this drunken night is complete.