I stand in the ruins of our friendship
and survey the wreckage
I measure the memories
from 20 plus years
gone down the shitter
if if if
if I hadn't been such a twat

too late

I am a man in black
the colour in my world
is other people
slowly this is changing
I am wearing rainbow socks

Lightly lightly
Meditate gently and softly
Like a small candle
Flickering

euterpe

listen and find the music of life
it plays in the clouds and the blue sky
it plays in her eyes and the way I feel when I just let go
it plays on gentle mornings as the dawn rises
it plays when I sit with friends
it plays as I wait for the seeds to germinate
now dance
now sing

the rigid order
decomposes into moss,
maples: embroidered

It is 6.30 in the morning
and I have work to do.
I must sit in silence
and face my despair.
Finally, after several days,
I am ready.

America drunk on nationalism
Dazzled by a loudmouth
but the sobering will come
Its own before and after Nurembergs
The rally then trials