Monday, April 20th, 2015
I can be good I can be bad and some days I can be
neutral. Sometimes I hide. Sometimes I unhide.
I can be good I can be bad and some days I can be
neutral. Sometimes I hide. Sometimes I unhide.
I am old I can only make plans as far as lunchtime and instead of storing them here I will use my head my fluffy head.
After 3 days suspended from a branch
The world took on a completely different flavour to my eyes
I tasted the air with both hands
And even the bickering of happy families seemed almost something
Don’t admit you’re wrong.
Stick to your guns. The glue
Is what holds us together.
Like the simile that wanted to be a metaphor
Desire can often be the wrong kind of longing
Today, shepherds came to visit.
I wonder who was looking after the sheep during their absence.
Sometimes I have been left alone.
The silence during the long hours hurt my
It was Emily Dickinson who stayed
In the house all the time. But
It was Constance Small who over-
Stayed her welcome at my house
In the long cold summer of 1987.