I saw her and thought,
God I could die for those eyes
and that's what I did..

You cannot edit once you have said it and that's why we use Facebook and Twitter and what a waste of time those are, but if you put your foot in it, to extricate yourself from the **** there's an edit option.

For that bit of glam' go Instagram
but
don't show your Gran
those 'iffy; pictures.

alternatively and unlike me
just keep your trap
tightly shut.

She ****** in the cigarillo smoke
I ****** in my chest and
in my best accent
said
'hi honey'
she
looked at me for a moment
and sent
me packing

exhaling
my belly bounced to the floor
came back in
and
bounced once more

not funny
I'm boning up on my chat up line
it's about time too, someone said, 'you
should have done it years ago'

Passing through
and that's all we ever do

I am humbled by your cheers,
my joy
akin to that when I was
but a boy is boundless

(Who said hop it?)
stop it
you're making me cry.

Each milestone passed is
one more nearer to the last
( realism is a necessity )
not necessary some would say,
not even on a sixty second birthday?
and I'll go with that view

after all
passing through may be
what we do
but
there's no law against taking
as much time as possible
to admire the view
and that'll definitely do
for me.

when did religion become the
biggest fancy dress party and
is it fun?

going to pains to break all the chains
that bindeth the soul.
mindeth thou bindeth thy tongue
I tell thee
religion's no fun.

There are too many robes on too many priests

Twenty thousand Moons and more
have set upon these eyes,

all have died

and Suns have risen bright
to bring fresh hope
and life to darkened
tortured skies.

I have seen the forest burn
and the river turn to sand
I have watched the locust swarm
to make a mockery of the land.

And beauty there has been and will
in every beating heart
until
then,
twenty thousand Moons or more
each and every one I saw
but
there are others
that I will miss.

A digit on the digital
trying to escape the inevitable
everything,
they say
is possible
I wait to be convinced.

You must think on this:
time travel will
and happen it did
hid from mere mortals
by Gods.

if it's going to go
it already has.

These things are always this way
like Thursday always comes
on Thursday
I'm not surprised, not anymore
in fact the fact becomes a bore
wish that there was...
....but that wish has been
wished before.

the analog ticks on
unaware its time has
almost gone,
almost
but not quite

If I was to become an inferno a bit like the sun
some might think me hot and at night in spite of the heat beat upon my door

I resist the temptation to burn and for comfort look beyond the stars, the boulevards, singles bars and pick up joints and
in doing so I earn myself points
( redeemable at Costco. Tesco, and one more store called Phuket )

Far out where the way's untrod I plough through the universe which is a soulless sod of a place if you don't have directions, God gauges imperfections ( uses a micrometer) passing through Andromeda and still no sign,
If he truly could turn water into wine then why can't he put up a sign or at least a marker post or
if he is the holy ghost
he could spirit me out of here
if here is where it ends.

Where is this leading?
you're asking me?
what are they feeding you on
magic mushrooms?

There's no control
we're being
ground into dust
and then vacuumed up and
emptied into a black hole
or a wormhole
no soul
but
I already said that.

When being happy brings happiness but you write only misery and you think to yourself there's something not right with me and you write more misery because you're so very happy,

the circle is sometimes not round and that's a fact because some space thing out somewhere has cracked things wide open and here's hoping the black hole's just a warning
but if the odds are just one stack too high
we might as well fall into the misery and when we die
I wonder will that be an ecstasy or just happiness there at the end of me?

It's balderdash really
but
if you deal me an ace
I can face it.