Birthdays

Sitting in circles
Round a table
Am I willing
Am I able
Able to cope
With the rope
That extends the time
Tying years together
In predictive boredom
Of birthdays yet to come
Groundhogged
And fogged
By hollow words
Mixed with cake and beer
And fear
To do this again
Every bloody year

Message in a bottle

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Message
Posted
Coasted
Over
Out
Into
The sea
Took part of me

With it
Absorbed
By the waves
My behaves
By currents
Into the deep
With the flow
It will go

And
Perhaps
Be found
By you
Hopefully
Tomorrow
To make you smile
My love

Duvet cover

How will I ever recover
From battling
With my duvet cover

Unwillingly resistant
It chooses it’s own path
Willfully persistent
Spurring endless wrath

Mayhem and dismay
I may leave it
For another day

I see stars

I see stars
When I stare in the candles
When I cry
When I miss her
And want to kiss her

Tenderly

Let her be
Close to me
As the rain on my face
Will have to take her place

When I have
And feel her
Close to my heart
Even when
We’re so far apart
Yet close

All good I suppose…