LETTING GO
Slow indolence
falling into lethargy
lethargy into indifference
nailed to existence
nailed to the earth
I’m slowly giving in

borderline
the status phone
an empty breath
with static hiss

linger like a winter kiss

this hunger wander
tracks across abandoned square
beneath the black night
splenduor of autumnal night

within the bag of tricks
metallic hitch
the pinch bite drips

in candle dwell
the I Phone candy euphoria
ebb
the land of the forsaken
sought
beneath the solitary flares
and tanks against the
fenceline haunts

one in the chamber

..

I unraveled my brain
stretched - it - out - in - a - line
it was long

tiny beads of instants
each,
incommunicado
with
all
others

it was
fun until it
got alltangleyandknottedup
again

He wanted some friends round for dinner
Nothing seemed stranger or simpler
I agree, unaware
Of the quaint pair
Who were coming

A handsome black man,
an Intelligent, woman
Both part of his work
No agenda lurked
For their coming

What he didn't let on
Was what he had done
with the man and also the other
who both were his lovers
That were coming

If I fall do not wake me
as I spiral down
I'll accept my destiny
here I am awake, but unconscious
and I'll look to the moon for my guidance
I can feel this so deep
but only I weep for me
to be held close I don't need
but illuminate me with your energy
I've fallen with no hands in reach
I lie dormant
here it is not rotten nor lonely
I can feel it all around me
like frozen stones, eyes surrounding, darkened holes.
They whisper "sleep, let them be"
I am forsaken

Its saturday, its saturday
and minus ten degrees,
the trees stand frozen statues
as there isn't any breeze,
the coldness of the blue
spreads its mood of darkened gloom,
a contrast to the stillness
of the warm air in the room;
the bird that waits on top
of that twiggy weeping tree,
a willow hoping for the sun
the wish of well nigh everyone,
I put away my pillow once again,
to meet this winter's morning without sun,
as I chew my breakfast, finish this poem.

They sit up in their marble hall
disconnected from reality
where they vote debate and all
as if their laws apply to me

I don't own a single liscenced gun
yet I own many more than most
with which to have illegal fun
Let them legislate and boast

The more that those fools legislate
the more they disarm honest men
for I'll get My guns at any rate
without paper work or pen

I walked in a foreign land
Where our fruit had fallen
There in rows were crosses
Did our fruit's seed grow these

I dreamt that our fruit,
Had both arms and legs
These had only one leg
Were they from our seed

Did we sow these seeds
Were they cloned or bred true
A near copy of me and you
Why did they reproduce so.

This land is not their home
In this place they have grown
From the loins of us so far away
As a monument of their time..

The art to love
life longevity
is to play
the game

Know the rules
then break some
not all
chaos
is so draining

but I've played
Backgammon
with ancient
Greeks

Rhodes town
Mandraki harbour
they beat me
obviously

I didn't know
their
rules

But the game
unfolded like
a Rubic's cube
fiendishly
simple-clever

Dark shiny pebbles
burning into
my celtic reserve

someone said consummate...
I wondered of what kind...
but isn't LONDON all heated up???
Come to Canada its normal ...
minus 37 at times, often
and all houses warm
no clothes needed
consummation is quite easy
ere the power fails
it never used to,
but now a day’s one can't say
Twould not do
so keep yourself warm
ere the guys come and storm
and try to you warm.
hahhaaha
take it easy
be cozy
the summer is not far
except for Aussies as
one does say