Is
For
Skiing in
Winter and
Hillwalking in
Summer, but for
Having fun anytime
  Like a nearly impossible
Challenge on the six minute
Planpratz ski-lift requiring you
And your best friend to shed your
Gear and join the mile high club while
Claiming she had the best 30 seconds of
Her life
Or so
I am
Reliably informed.

Regret is the consequential disappointment
That the thrilling transgressive frisson your
Online ****** therapist offered for a number.

On the web no one knows if you are a dog
But the Daily Mail knows if you are a love rat
Their readers will wallow in your misfortune.

Millions have had web fantasies exposed
Sharp onomatopoeic cheating thrills have
Become a fear of secret lives found out.

Their private diversions now public lead
Nervous executives newly emasculated
To realise life is short, shorter than desire.

You regret?
You smile
You sigh
You look
You love
You wish
You want
You believe
You breathe
You remember

The magic with no regrets.

The verbal diarrhoea of a politician’s promises
Flows over a broken roof of dripping umbrellas
Hustings heckling hastening onset of pneumonia
Voters need every candidate to be seen and heard.

Un-hygienic kissing of babies and pressing the flesh
Flash avoiding fixed smile like toothpaste commercial
Thinks - one man one vote a bad idea by Election Day
I wonder does every candidate vote for themselves?

Tense wait as political pundits make newsless news
Oscar like performances as the winners are announced
Four-more-years in The Slough of Despond for the loser
The Olympian heights of triumph for the winner.

Quarter-end game of chocolate-dark negotiations
More important than ***, more brittle than bone
Adrenalin rush of alcohol-fuelled entertainment
Bitter sweet commitments for need-it-now order
Sales smooze soothes power-crazed customers.

The truth can make you jump for joy or weep
The truth can be riches gained or total loss
The truth can be your master or your slave
The truth can make life impossible or easy
The truth can convict you or set you free
The truth can eat you up or spit you out
The truth can be your pain or  fantasy




The truth can be the love of your life

La vengeance est un plat qui se mange froid
La vengeance n'est jamais une ligne droite
Elle est comme une forêt, où il est facile de s'égarer

Une mort, une ennemie, la haine mange l'âme
La rémission l'alimente, une vie un amour