A Pact

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I make a pact with you, loved one –
come sooner than a thought.
Slip through earth’s fine skin
With the metal you wrought.
Tender out the flesh, and cap the scabs
Til all our plastic-ridden seas run red.
Smooth our bodies with its petroleum,
So slick we’re floating with the dead,
Soft sludge, this, our chartered mausoleum.
We sign nothing but the bottom line.

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In the room

Once when I was caught
Between life and death
I lied and said
I’m destined to haunt you.

The truth was I was
Too comfortable
The coffee smelled good
And the clouds were high.

Being with you
Was nice and I
Didn’t have a clue
What was on the other side.

So even though
We couldn’t press too hard
I still had my senses
And felt somewhat alive. 

But the lie
Was a constant presence
Why would you want
To send me into the unknown?

Sparrow

Life is a sparrow

Life is looking at me

Life is the tree

Life is the flow

Life is underground

Like is overhead

Life is the touch

Life is the sleep

Life is awake

Life is rolling

Life is landing

Life is soft like flowers

Life is strong

Life is continuous pain

Life is a smile

Life is joy

Life is in my mind

Life is inside me

Life is the sparrow

Life is looking at me

 

Sparrow

The graveyard

There will be no performance in this theatre.
I know that there will be no play.
The cast are spying through the curtains
and that’s where they intend to stay.
I take my seat and try to see the past
on the stones behind and the future,
rhyming couplets somewhere on the breeze.
I’ve already thrown the long dead flowers
and watched them turn in the dying hours.

Look how they slap each other on their backs!

Look how they slap each other on the back
In their condemnation of you
Celebrating your demise and with it something
That was inexplicably you
Rubbing out your errors and foolishness
And with them your vulnerability
You said we should never be afraid to be intimate
Lay our hearts open to each other
You said, you said…
Am I putting words into your mouth now
Are you simply my mouthpiece
Something I use to verify my own feeble state of mind
Have we reduced you to such an object
Which embodies our own small mindedness
Our own narrow view of the world
He said this! He believed this!
He is nothing else but this.
Outside the narrow confines of their prisons you exist!
Now I understand those who chased you for a kiss
And those whose dying wish to see you
Momentarily turned their pain to bliss
And I miss
I miss
I miss