If only you were in real life
a Sis
I had two
today em too I'd never miss

You are a broad minded soul
to help the poorest and troubled
is your sole life's goal

Sis this is like a poem
I'm composing right now
after reading so many comments
I have known you and jess a long time

so I bow to both and say wow

At last he said nearing his end
he started loving me .....
then without calling me bro
he passed away you know

You'll never know my days spent with her
A time of simple days beneath the sun
That still exist
Down by the little stream, this side of the bridge
Unlike you, that never came

You wait, like a lost lover
But even just a little
You feel now gently pressing you on
For I dwell in the moment
I persevere the days between you and them
You are alone, but They are many
Compressed, repressed, occasionally addressed
Like the ink that slowly bleeds
staining my thoughts.

I wish I could box my angst like sand
and leave it all covered for a sunny day

to air my troubles, my woes in the light
where I could see them clearly and say

to angst and fear, then, near at hand,
uncovered, unmasked, let’s put you right;

not in the corner, nor hidden from view but
exposed to the sunlight, unboxed and made one

with beach and ocean, the shore, where feet
can print the steps of a man under the sun

now rising in the east and behind me anew
is a vision made whole and not yet complete.

I took a walk on Victoria Street
the garbage's full of flowers
flowerbeds full of garbage,
The local drunk,
"Wahhh the fuck you looking at!"
pissing his pants,
and kookaburra's cry

I took a walk on Victoria Street
a young couple, uncoupling,
adultery in motion
her pleas of devotion whisper
"Please don't leave me"
pissing himself laughing
I cringed at his reply
"Fuck off slut"