I avoided your social media
For obvious reasons
It was pretty easy
We don't share any friends
A year went by
And then two
I finally ventured a peek at you
I don't know what I once saw
But it is no longer there
You used to be perfect
When I wasn't aware

we build a bridge
one brick at a time
that will hold our weight

so we can run into
each others arms again

Madness
Serenity
Misplacing
Memory
Never be
Jealousy
Moribund’s
Elegy
No more
Fecundity
Blooms
From the fertile
Just ashen heap
Mountainous
Obstacles
Hurdle
No optional
Off and on
Switch to the shifted
We riff,
And we drift,
And we sift
Through the misfits
And this is  
My gift,
My accursed
Uniqueness
The strength that I draw
From the wellsprings of weakness

See not the messages
Lying asunder
Go not to temptation
To beckon my blunder
For under the surface
Observance
Is clear
And my cryptic
Ellipsis
A sickness to fear
But appears
An abstraction
Attraction’s
Blurred vision
And fades
From the page
Like a razed composition
Conveying the grave
Like a bladed
Incision
Still spilling its villainy
Victimization
Of poor little me’s
Permanent
Paid vacation
Upon what is free
Just a fee to exist
And then not just deceased
We will cease to be missed
Like a vanishing wish
Dissipates in the mist
Like a widow
Divorced from reality’s
Kiss

the future is the fog of chaos crashing into us at the speed of life and fading into the blurry past

eggs
jug, broken shells
in the sink
Radiohead wails OK Computer
from Alexa archive
Jack glugs from a freshly
unsealed present from my wife
am I hip like Motorhead
or just another tipsy old dad
I wonder what Urbex explorers
would discover if they
crawled through my letter box
into this mess of a kitchen
onion makes me cry
something I never did
as a child
cheese and ham
how much **** can I cram
into this frying pan
an alchemical cupboard
of herbs and spices pervades
my sense of smell
am I brave enough
should I have beans
I’ll only eat half a can
people are starving somewhere
out of date packets call
do you feel lucky punk
but sliced beef for **** sake
who can resist that
a forgotten sandwich
never made
the truth in the pan
unmixed ingredients
never mind says bourbon head
it’s all the same
gas ring ignites
north sea pipelines
fishermen risking their lives for
for Brexit quota lies
the fiery grill, another bourbon
once you pop
small one in a big glass
carnage of packet autopsy
for the morning after
waits