Monday, 16 October 2017

Digital Dirt

Love me more when I'm gone.


When you cannot see me at last, 

Living one thumb flick away.

When you can finally look past,

My insouciant nods,

My obnoxious quips.

All the wordless confessions 

That I could never give.


When you cannot find,

The picture that didn't exist.

But it seems, you are

Satisfied with that ode, hidden

In a pool of polemics.


Or when you cannot go back,

To the night that never was,

To the pause that wasn't filled,

Pity, nostalgia, unjustified regret?

A hole in my chest


Write on those bluest walls and skies,

Some morning coffee powered lines.

Think of those vaguely false times,

You were laughing at my pleasantries.

Forget my misgivings and disguise

Our uneventful lives into a dream.

Be slightly saddened 

if you knew my name,

But shed the thought if it lasts 

More than a TV ad.


Love me more when I'm dead.

That's all the love I deserve.

Everything I hope to get.




Wednesday, 16 August 2017

I Wonder Why

I wonder why

They don't call me insane

Dreams flair then flicker then flop

Realities change, traffic lights the same

Some carry on and some just stop

I wonder why

The grand marshal's dead but race is on

Bold brick walls and smooth silk sheets Still could not hide the dawn

Every day I wake for this blunderous sun

Every day I smile. My mirror does not

I wonder why 

Saturday, 4 March 2017

理想 - 俳句

この際は
違うの?おれに
世界にも

Ideal - A Haiku

Let's just hope we are
wrong this time - no, not you
Or me but - this world



Thursday, 23 February 2017

Cut

Dreams alive 
"A hundredth time"
I lived today
I die tonight

I might

Act and dance and
then step down,
So I heard it's true,
A stage

Thank you 

For the lovely mornings 
I did not wake,
For the beautiful places
I did not see,
All those 
Summer faces faked.
I'm grateful for 
This perfect take 

Maybe with
A wistful face,
It has been a cloudy day
It has been a starry night 


Saturday, 28 January 2017

My Arson

Empathy, a federal felony 
Keeping curtains closed, a crime 
Burn the bridge
Lock the door
There is no other side 

Keep your speeches short
They don't care,
Rusty men and microphones 

Kept it solemn 
Kept it sudden
Pages in epics,
Such betrayals 
I wish upon it,
The greatest misfortune 
Your bonfire 
My arson

Tuesday, 16 August 2016

A Perfect Life

Staying safe.
Keeping pace.
He has a knack
For thinking straight.
Grey checkered ties.
Grey gloomy eyes.
Beyond horizon line
He dares not stare.
Rope is taut.
Barrel's loaded. But
He needs no fame. Time
He does not waste.
A Blue ink spot.
On his white dress shirt.
He grins at it.
He keeps it there.
He does not care.