From time to time
attempts are made
to obliterate
what has been written before
and inscribe something
completely new
but the ur-writing
always shows through
and there we read
two inerasable
though condradictory truths
economic imperitive
and the hearts affections

the gate stood open
and dewy grass
is still chiffoned
with mist
till spring sun
weak and warm
goes to work

The world is
a stranger place
than you or I
can imagine
we must each
cultivate
our own garden

see him strut
see him preen
the nicest
he has ever been
but look to close
and you will see
underneath
the real he

I move into some private space
looking for what brings me here
to this place at this hour
the church clock strikes midnight
bringing me out of my reverie
the last note sounds out across the green
rolling out beyond the sleeping cottages and farms
past the nearby meadows
over the silent flowing stream
finally fading to nothingness
in neighbouring valleys
outside I look up
brilliant stars shine down
on the dark unheeding village
I move on looking for what brings me here
to this place at this hour...

Your the biggest
fraud I've ever met
though I don't doubt
your not done yet
all those years
you lied to me
taking advantage
I couldn't see
the lies you told
the games you played
if you'd come clean
would I have stayed
duplicitys extent
now clear
mocking everything
held dear
you go on now
with more fake lives
behind your smile
conceal the knives
why do I cry
I should be glad
now all is clear
I just feel bad

bracelets
around your wrists
ruby drops against white skin
gifts to yourself
testimony to a fragile beauty
they fade

you shine