Impetus
(for Natalie)
Life’s tough if you are weak and feel bleak and confused
Realities merge, sounds submerge in waves of filtration
Is it really about me? All the fuss and bother
Bad news comes in threes, not from trees or bees
Easter is gone, lost in the mind of memory erased
Islands in the breeze, topple into the dark of enlightenment
Covering the sands drifting from the hourglass
Of life’s lament
Why? Why the ultimate transgression into misery
Or is it release like a fish, kissed by cold water
Of the seven deadly sins, only one laments
The loss of the spark, gone, extinguished
Why? We will never know the grief of heartlessness
Millions would grieve, dollars do not relieve
The anger and frustration
Why?
Why?
Rollin along
It’s funny when you mind plays with itself
You can be rolling along, just fine
Then the great wheelchair of life
Can hit a bump and unseat you
It doesn’t matter if you crashed you car
When you were seventeen and bold
What matters is how you have learned
To wheel
The Army makes a good leveller
Of men
Teaches them dependence on mates
Throws them asunder when crippled
Life in the NT sounds crazy but fun
Family that garrottes itself
Flailing like a stingray on a reef
Leaving scars and hurts beyond belief
Look and see, what has become
Of the gaunt giant with the beard
He holds his head high
Along with the bag by his side
Time cannot mend
A body broken
But can it mend
A mind, minded?
Coincidences
Happen all the time
Or do they
Late at night
Frogs croaqk
Or do they
Near morning
Owls scream
Or do they
If not, what
Don’t go there
Night noises
Sound suspicious
Light flashes
Splash the wall
Doors banging
Curtains blowing
Coincidences
Unlikely
Schedules
Waiting for the ghost
Time shimmers in anticipation
Eyes lolling from liquid screams
Scheduling, schedules
Takes time, not energy
Energy dissolves in light
In and out
Of consciousness
Unfocusing on the walls
Day breaks, another
Still waiting for the ghost
Appointment, scheduled
Scheduled, read the fine print
Trains depart at noon
, not you
Descheduling is like unlistening
Impossible
Once the bus is ready, it stays
Eventually the ghost appears
All is revealed
You are free
To fright another day
White tea
Inmates running the goal
What next
Dinosaurs farting
In the night
Long nights
Ruptured by moans
Dawn oozes over the horizon
Like jam on toast
Slushy
What tea would you like
Black
Green
White?
Army (angry) man
Legless
Just one
Or another tucked
Pretending
Which one
Stumpy watching
Videos
To pass the time
Pass the test
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Real or faked
Good one
Jess
Six weeks a year
Outside the law
Inside a drawer
Clearing the mess
After all that
Dawn descends
New days, clearer
Sorry mate.
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