Insolvable

You want a declaration
an admission
that the insolvable that you caught sight of
is my folly
not my fact

A figment of my fantasy
not a condition
of my existence

How much easier it would be
to talk around a day dream
than it is
to live within a reality

Out There

Camberwell Green

A land where the pub tribute
beats the original
and the original
is a bit too much

Where the Other is fine
when far away
and terrifying
in close proximity

Where the drink is necessary
but never natural
and taken in
to erode unself
away from true self

At once alien
and the most normal land
yet discovered

Atomic Age

Call this the atomic age
because we’ve split
separated right down the mind’s eye
and even my own selves
are strangers

neurotic and afraid
it’s all just a wait now,
for the wind to blow,
expansive clouds to form
and the disjointed
to become the destructive

Pay Down on Beauty

I want to put beauty down
create nothing more than delicate wonder
with a few simple words
laid down with no force
and no thought
but even beauty now seems to have owners
and whatever I can see
and love
seems to step into the copyright
of an indifferent class
who don’t see what they hold
but keep it in a death grip
nonetheless

And all I still own
is frustration
and anger
that no one values
at least not until markets shift
enough for even that
to be taken away

Possessions

You own the houses
the streets
the shops
the grass
the grey
the ground
the walls
the sky

There’s no taking them back
but do you have to take the rest?

Do you need the feelings?
the love
the anger
the security?

Do you need our past?
do you need every memory
every lost evening
every lazy day
every fear
and every hope?

You don’t even know you have them
but you do
and all we’ve got left
is the long list
of your possessions
and a fading memory
of where they came from