rooT

 Look down at the earth

Long shadows spill from my feet

That Shuffle in the dust of bygone days

Clouds of memory skip away on the breeze

Stone in the palm

Smooth and cool.

The mirror below, shaded pool

Invites the belligerent rock

Graceful arc from the launch

Motion slowed but no recall

As inertia fails, it starts to fall

Ignorant the mirror sleeps

Catastrophic broken skin

The rock is swallowed to the mud

Leaving undivided ripples

Infinite acceleration

Gentle waves lap the bank

Spent concentrics going nowhere

Like the feet that shuffle dust

Unsure which path to follow.

30/11/2021 23:00-23:17 

mY FRi- end

 I walk with my friend assumption

Who guides my thought from the minute I wake 

Automatic on assumption, drifting from one moment to another

Assumption I’ll wake

Assumption I’ll breathe

Assumption I’ll eat and drink

Assumption I’ll walk and talk

Assumption that you’ll be there.

But what if assumption is no longer my friend

How do I function, without assumption.

What if what I assume is now a void, to avoid.

Assumption gone, to be

Replaced by my enemy  , Guess,

If I walk with Guess, he is or isn’t there beside me

Unknown if I wake, or breathe, or eat or drink

I can only guess these things may happen

Like a guess you will return 

Not assumption 

19/11/2021 21:10-21:22

mOldeN y(ears)

The golden years are supposed to be

That time when you relax 

and enjoy the fruits of labour

And sit back with your Stack

Increasingly however as I now approach the age

The time I have been waiting for 

Has now turned into rage

I thought the golden years would surround me with my gold

But I find now that to my cost 

I’ve great big piles of mould

Mouldy bits around the house

I’ve mould now in my car

My dog has mouldy bits on him

I’ve mould in my guitar

My wife she tries to mould me

Into something I am not

But that then goes for every man

I’m afraid that’s just his lot

I’ve a mouldy bit around my bath

And mould now in the shed

I bet if I pull it out

I’ve mould behind my bed

But if I could just replace the mould

with piles of shiny fluff

I would be very rich indeed

And wouldn’t give a stuff.

09/12/2021. 17:10-17:23