Friday, 30 October 2026

job

someone tell the stars
that's enough for tonight
enough words, enough smears have been said
love is lost and towers closed

and another Friday lost to blank thoughts
of meaninglessness;

someone tell the stars
there is a corner they dont shine,
where they cannot spread their 
success gospel of sunniness;

i cannot go, or go on -- on like this
i dont like this; if it's not enough,

then tough:
i wont be bullied: 
no one reigns; ill leave the reins
by the door, before i leave.

and i will choose what i want to do
what, when, how, where, and why:

that will be my job.

Wednesday, 30 September 2026

ought-ism

(
til we can be ourselves
and not act as we ought to
for someone else  --
(
how can we shed our masks?
how can we have faces?
and dare to see that face in the mirror;
(
how can we love ourselves?
)
then, finally;
make peace with the universe
forgive others, forgive ourselves;
)
fare well with love,
fare well to fear itself;
even unto death.
)

Monday, 7 September 2026

celestial blues

it is done.

i only love one.

when all is said and done

i only loved the one. 

everyday blues

the paper trail of my mistakes
leads to the cold bed that you've made
the kids, the work, then work some more.
it's called life -- and it's a chore.

mortal combat blues

east is east and west is west
and the secret best well kept
to ruin your life in one small step
on slipping over one misstep.

death; the thing you truly dread,
now swooshes like sweet siren
and smiles back from terrace garden
of restaurant, courted woman;

see the man, ply from within
promise seen, for all is him
all hope; yet bat's wings whisper cold
of buried memories untold

cosmic clash like crying rain
tears open flood of all the pain
and give the beggar that small change
from nothing more than which remains

Wednesday, 19 August 2026

pecunian blues

letters, thoughts
better's worse
today: come,
tomorrow hurts

with hearts and clicks
and beats and bits
emoti(ve )cons --
he motions, longs

for miss next race
and brace embrace
lone starry sky
lone faith slow by

lone face, good bye.

Monday, 17 August 2026

existential blues

Father,

You know my thoughts,
hopes, and
fears.

anything i do say,
which could be used against me,
You already know.

there is so much i don't need to know,
there is so much,
i need to let go.

there is one thing,
i do need to know,
for it concerns Me:

if You exist.