The swan boat pond a blue dye
In it's reflection, the ferris eye
A couple ride past on a tandem bike
Him in front, her behind
They look thirsty.
I wonder if they'll switch tonight.
We have become
Me at the radiator,
trivial pursuit over
in your eyes a glint of festive lights
in your chest a power cut
I couldn't get anything right -
even the correct answers
cause you had us breaking up
baggage stored away for weeks .
You broke the news
bedside manner foolproof
and breathe _shoulders relieved
your tears for us already in the rubbish tip
mine ready for the pile.
Your front door window pane
no longer a force for young eyes
that don't want to part.
No longer visiting hours ...
Heavy that night
The daylight cowered like me
I crawled in to bed
Put on my favourite Television show
one I knew would be ruined for a very long time.
The worst fear - us as strangers -
what we have become
I realised that year after year
life is a series of goodbyes
and a reduction of fear
and in a year the worst fear
would be real. Us - strangers.
trivial pursuit over
in your eyes a glint of festive lights
in your chest a power cut
I couldn't get anything right -
even the correct answers
cause you had us breaking up
baggage stored away for weeks .
You broke the news
bedside manner foolproof
and breathe _shoulders relieved
your tears for us already in the rubbish tip
mine ready for the pile.
Your front door window pane
no longer a force for young eyes
that don't want to part.
No longer visiting hours ...
Heavy that night
The daylight cowered like me
I crawled in to bed
Put on my favourite Television show
one I knew would be ruined for a very long time.
The worst fear - us as strangers -
what we have become
I realised that year after year
life is a series of goodbyes
and a reduction of fear
and in a year the worst fear
would be real. Us - strangers.
Dying Butterflies
I've never felt a warm gun on an empty stomach.
1
A rising lantern for desperate folks.
Paling handprints on boarded up windows
D-Day for state supporters, a ring of racists
A wet dream for editors of gothic script papers
Years back, they started this.
2
Mowing down vital information, warning signs
Sugar-coated truth for the partially blind
Progression is rarely weighed up in traffic jams,
Campaigners binge watch enlightening programmes,
none of which institutionalise a compromise of freedom?
1 + 2
Falling for Westminster
Every night, the news at 10 -
Stomach simmers, dying butterflies
We are delivered a spent rhetoric. A loop.
Sample these dying butterflies.
Suits say they have a monopoly over our intentions...
Why. Do. They. Keep. Lying?
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