The Well Meaning   We had other things we shared: a conspiratorial eye; the fantasised axioms of unassailable certainty.   The world’s an easy place to change, when fettered only by caution, embalmed in an all too comfortable sufficiency.   So we took no prisoners; slaughtered the guileless shibboleths of the acquiescent, left our boot […]

Peak Oil   Have you not heard? The pen is mightier than the sword, they say, mightier, sharper, dissevering deep between a mortal’s spirit and his soul.   How swiftly the embodied shed their glorious clouds, those wispy trails of echoed godliness, only to see them blown away upon the troposphere where Decima writes the […]

Poets Die Young   In case I die too fast of this sad wound, thought light it seems to be, take note that I refuse to let this mortal flesh rest silent in a graveyard row with countless other men. For men may rather count on me to rage and row as if appointed spokesman […]

The Poet That Ran Out Of Rhyme     There’s a metaphor just beyond reaching An intuitive je ne sais quoi It’s a wave that was all set for beaching that dispersed in a dearth of sangfroid.   It’s a mirror that gives no reflection Like a clock’s hands too tired to turn It’s a […]

  You take the pine dining suite; the chairs are rickety, almost gone. They are nearly as old as our love. We bought them the year our first child was born. I shall compensate myself with the sofa from the lounge – the one we bought twelve years ago, that time the roof fell in, […]

    I am darkness I am light burning day and blackened night. I am laughter I am pain I am sunshine I am rain. I am force unleashed in power, I am the Tao within the flower. I am spirit, I am essence, solid rock and effervescence, unbound strength and burning fire, satiate, yet […]

Bull’s Christmas Shopping   Bull went into the shopping mall, His Christmas presents to buy A clock for Aunt Maude, A teapot for Claude And a kite for his nephew to fly.   But Albert the sheep With considerable cheek (But on Bull, well, he always relies) Had asked for a comb and some hair […]

The Fly with the Sty in His Eye I once did espy From the side of my eye A little black fly As he flew through the sky And that poor little fly Had a sty in his eye.   “Would you like me to try,” I said to the fly, “To put balm on […]

Have you ever thought how posh is The gnat in his galoshes? Then remember how much dosh is represented when he sloshes Through the snow. And consider how much tosh is Often spoken of galoshes when the gnat sits down and noshes and when he –  but oh my gosh! Is that the time? Then […]

Genghis: An obituary This is the obituary Of Ghengis, my beloved flea A member of my family Whose passing was calamity. Now Genghis hatched a tiny flea As little as the eye could see but nonetheless would grow to be A special flea, a prodigy. He grew into maturity Comporting with alacrity. Possessing perspicacity, He […]

Sleep on a little longer yet. Let not the day confront my eyes too soon. Still let me gaze a little while on stolen shared serenity that once was our possession as of right. And let me warm myself once more on dying embers of the flames that once burned incandescent in your soul.   […]