For you.
6.15pm
Sweetheart baby with a ‘b’, can’t you tell
we’re wasting precious time? My gut is puce
from too much guessing; hell
it’s easier if we would just call a truce.
My leaving and your leaving
are two colliding tracks. In fact
sparks are bound to leap and sing,
to proclaim this serendipitous act.
Even reason says not to let time a-wasting
when we ought to create, starting from now,
green memories, together, in twos. Trying
to stay away and maul is unbearably foul.
I’ll banish my fears (yes they exist) if you’d do
the same. Let openness reign supreme for once
and I’ll love you twice for that, it’s true
if you would, say yes, we’ll gun for a second chance.
6.59pm
It’s easier to deal when you have all the facts.
I can’t begin to compete, I’m no thoroughbred
maybe I made it up inside my head,
this spectre, a million goblins combined,
to banish it I must risk life and breath.
To put it to rest I must risk life and breath.
(if only I had the heart to match).
7.10pm
My open book fears your secrets.
But it fears my fears even more.
7.15pm
Psychobabble works
when you’re compartmentalising
what you fear and what you augment.
This is the sum of ‘x’ and ‘y’.
‘X’ is a bottomless well
of hurts, real and felt
and maybe imagined.
Take ‘x’ out of the equation
so ‘y’ is left uncontaminated.
The lowest denominator,
impossible to reduce.
It is whole. Full.
Quintessential.
The last of the odds
is all and the best I can give.
7.30pm
The train is leaving;
but the world will not conform
to form and perspective.
When the trees and buildings
disappear into the horizon,
the last honest truth is left:
Love grows no smaller,
only augments in shape
when the train pulls out onto the tracks.
7.45pm
“I’ve never seen you so tormented, ever,
But I’ve never seen you so happy either,”
said a friend once upon a time, on a hot, damp afternoon.
8.20pm
With each mistake
your life goes in reverse.
Plunge.
9.15pm
Maybe I’ve ruined it,
maybe this is when the curtain falls,
send in the clowns.
However dormant,
gun for a second chance,
for love grows no smaller,
only augments in shape
when the train pulls out onto the tracks.
