Death and life can float up
In a second or less and fill the
Rest of Time. Rest on Time
Therefore, let hate weight
Nothing and noone, drifting off
On a tide of Peace.
love
Watching you sleep like a lion
Yours is a perfect face and it’s inhabited by the perfect sleep of a perfect mind
Whose full idea of life is to be as quiet and still as possible, a true creature
Unperturbed by the weight of humanity, At one with the quiet behind it
Perplexed by unnecessary ornament that
Ferments reality into human fabric
That cloaks and chokes the bright buzz
Beneath the haze of small talk
I’m not friends with you on Facebook
This means you have me as I am now and not via the tracks I have taken and
The dust that’s fallen on former versions of myself, hanging up in
The gallery that is my life , is me,
My curation
My soul’s memories of myself and others and
I envy myself, the places I have been and the fun I have known – never alone, never unhappy,
Never a crooked smile, unless I request my deleted items be undeleted
The world as womb
It is the feeling of being
Cradled,
No matter what you’ve left
Unconfessed.
It is the feeling of being
Warmed,
No matter how many scars
Deface you.
A sigh of relief
Today I was told
That, according to new data,
The radiotherapy I had
May actually shorten
My life even more.
There’s no turning back
There’s no switching off
What was on
But there is always
Something science has
Yet to put her finger on.
Cancer sidestepped the norm
Just by being born
And carries on in that vein
Plotting new ways to counteract
Natural or man-made attack.
Let’s focus the energy, now,
Make our own gamma
Knives out of sheer love,
And when we have hacked the Radio cunning and counterproductive Reproduction with our own sweet lines,
The bitterness of everything
Will ebb away and the
Body will breathe out
Grandparents, Reunited.
She had bright
Red papier mâché,
He, a thick oak.
Between funerals,
The years, brittle,
Wan, now mingled
With the best ones –
Dusty joy,
Shared; striding, touching,
Swimming through the wind.
Telepath
There is love, in the
Air, breath it in,
Breathe it out, leave
It at that, do not
Try to fill the lungs
With blood or the
Heart with air.
Big Love
I will love some heart
So big, if he sank,
His wreck would be huge,
Marked out from Space, for
Aliens to find.
He gave me a year in twelve weeks
A month in a week
A day in an hour,
Our sums did not add up
But I did not care
And he did not count
Until now, then he
Totalled me and my
Figure fell short.
After all the poems I wrote about you
Wherever you are
There is love,
Wherever I am
There is love,
If we meet,
There is love,
If we don’t,
There is love,
If you meet another,
There is love,
If we meet again,
There is love,
All loves lead home.
Being Every Day 