Deep, Deep, Deep, Deep Down inside of me There is a door, and It’s locked... I must have lost the key, Or did I throw it away? I know there is something in there. I don’t know if it’s pleasant Or unpleasant. I’m not spending too much time Thinking about it... Or trying to open it. For now, I’ll just sweep around it.
She smelt real nice.
So I put on my real manly voice,
G’day I said
With style and grace.
She looked into my eyes –
My guts liquified,
My palms sweated.
Hello she said,
And smiled a sweet smile
I’ll see forever in my dreams…
I wait every day at that bus stop.
With the suns arrival
and the departure of the night
My body stirs…
It needs stuff.
Tea, strong and white,
Toast - blonde
Eggs, over easy
Painkillers by two
Happy pill by one
Stomach - there’s one for you too
Eyes - cleared
Skin - moisturised
A walk - Knee strapped
Cane - in hand
Sunglasses - prescription grade, on
Dog - ready
Let's do this day.
Before dark After day Silky air Cool breeze We walk Hands held Talking little Feeling good This date Dinner first Martini next Slow dance Let’s fall In love
Peggy-Sue got married. Not last year, because we were dating then. It wasn’t this Spring either, we were still together, even then. So here is Summer and I’m at the beach, trying to put sunscreen on my back. Peggy-Sue got married yesterday.
moments remembered
summer burns along my spine
‘til death, do us part
I’ve seen it in the bottom of a tea-cup.
In the way the bones have fallen,
And in the future revealed by the Elder Futhark.
It’s written in the stars;
In new migratory paths of the Eastern Curlew.
And reinforced by the southward movements
of the Alaskan Timber Wolf.
The solitary Blue Whale sings about this end.
Maybe I’m entering my menopause?
Perhaps it’s an epigenetic thing?
Whatever it is, its not a single trigger.
I’m getting angry, at times, violent.
At other times simply disappointed,
in your failure to understand.
I can’t provide you with support,
not for much longer anyway.
I’m changing and it’s permanent.
We cannot continue this relationship –
not the way it’s currently arranged.
You are going to have to change your ideas,
Or I will not be here for you – your choice.
You need to embrace new energies.
Tidy up my oceans and the water I provide.
Stop polluting my soils with plastic and poisons…
… just clean up after yourselves!
If not –
I’m going to have to ask you to leave.
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