I ripped my heart from my chest
and it turned to ash in my hand.

Still standing,
still breathing,
I watched as the wind blew it away.

I'm damned to this earth,
forever.

Heartless, cold, worthless excuse for a human.
If I am even that anymore.

Crimson sunlight, through windows at six

Inspires ideas, please let my future be bright

Music on; showered; dressed, and news channel one

No excessive spate: a sprightly daily fix

The hope to cope, with life is helped

By music and people; food, daydreams and wine

Birds when they sing: no need for a clock

Planning a meal – fried duck in a wok

Soup of the day, on the day I get paid

Reading, writing, ambitious plans to be made

Looking up at the sky, awaiting the stars

I’m thankful for life, knowing I’ll die

Nicotine yellow tin ceilings
dark cupboards, blue-white table top
I see them now, in my dreams
with the love that never stopped

Gran's kitchen shared with aunt Kitty
The smell of something sweet
swing music from the radio
the gentle tapping of her feet

My world was there, heart of the house
or in the dry grass of the yard
I have lunch on the porch with my sissy
she falls asleep; from playing too hard

HAPPY NEW YEAR

As the year’s end clicks toward twelve
Everyone is hoping for something new
If only it could somehow be reversed
The whole year is already rehearsed
Pleasing many, disappointing the few
So into laws of physics one can delve

To run once more, so all can try again
To get it right this time, avoid mistakes
A perfect performance, if one is able
But no such kind offer is on the table
So just move along, for all our sakes
And knowing regret is a kind of pain