Genius idea 1;
I figure
If I log three things at a time
Maybe one of those will save time
Grab someone
You
Them
Condense correlate
Aggregate
Life is like this
A rambling haiku of misspelling
Non-linear
Constant asides
Accidents forgiven
Mistakes forgotten
Love remembered
Someone else’s guitar
While your voice sings along
Albeit silently
A secret well known to all
This late in the game
Nothing linear
If anything
Experience and actions become reversed
Perfect and symmetrically opposite
A crippled symmetry
Here I am alone
Red all around
Flowers and
Wine and heavy curtains that she bought
and got made and
Hung
Here I am alone
Pretending I am young though not wanting
to
Be
And any focus or point or anything of something
that once there was
Long since left me - for sunnier climbs
no doubt
Genius idea 2;
Sit and force it to come
Back
The words are here
there somewhere
Light up
Pour
Swallow
Close my eyes and lie about the page
having an end
About there being rules and facts and a
real world
Just outside somewhere
Even with this sky as light as it is now
at nearly 9pm
I see the reality through the gap in
those dark heavy curtains
How long before we all end up just
coasting along a path
Because that was the easiest thing to do
The safest thing
No one to follow anymore
No one left to lead now
What a predicament
How are the others dealing with this I
wonder…
Do they still have each other
These thoughts are laid down in too
abstract a fashion
Too camouflaged to be considered (I am
aware - I am not stupid)
An intentional wasting of my – and your
– time
So why bother
Because ‘one day’
One day they’ll all wake up
And who knows
Maybe I will too
But until then I now have this
responsibility
Then and now
My opposing forces
Mirrored and so unaware of each other
Countdown is beginning
- has begun
My mistake
The morning birds now sing outside
Into the nighttime clouds
So at least I am not the only one in the
wrong
Here
And I remember that I used to do that
And far from lamenting that time
I am glad to miss it
I shed not a tear for the naivety of our
youngest nights
Full
Stop.