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I AM

I am the reincarnation

of all the lives

lived on the brink.

I am the spark,

seen on the periphery

The hint of a smile

a quick sniff

and the suggestion of a feeling

that might just be love.

Things to do:

1.Go to the Zoo.

2.Make love everywhere.

Small Things

I want to run away

  to a small town

    to a small house

and be content with small things.

I want to forget all my dreams

  and write about

the different shades of blue in the sky

from day to day

  for the rest of my days

without you.

You in Particular...

Years ticking by

and wishing

 
I could do it all over again

with this present level of contentment

but them the breaks I guess...

   and girls on my mind

   (forever there etched unmoveable).

I need to fall out of falling in love one of

these days

(that will never happen).

They’re much of the meaning in my life-of

life- and…

you in particular.

So let it drift away:

Let complication be swathed in the

subtlety

of an eyeflash.

There is so much bad poetry out there,

“Please leave the pen alone if it doesn’t hurt your soul

when you touch it”.

Because only genius should pave the way

    and leaders lead

      and lovers love

        and so it goes...

but

    You in particular.

The Need to Choose?

Because I’m no longer afraid to

shine and burn and die-

I guess what I’m saying is-

I’ve learnt how to live...

   Live through my deaths...in

moments punctuated by the ordinary,

slits in the fabric of Godstuff,

and your eyes-the noble choice.

Where lust/vagina’s and other time consuming issues

beg for attention along with the question,

“Who will make me happier?”
when it’s the wrong question to ask...
’cos God only knows...in the end...really...

   Step by step, taking each cliche’ as it comes

not forgetting to at least attempt love,

whatever the fuck that means/achieves.

Imaginary long kisses in the hot sunlight.