Something in the distance and somehow coming closer,
I lock the door which leads into tomorrow and wonder if
but no, that can't be so
and so
I climb out of the skylight to reach out to the midnight which
is always there hiding in the background.

and if we remain the same the same cannot be said for the sounds around us constant in their change,

the blind man does not see that the beggar doesn't care and the beggar doesn't see that he too could be the blind man,

I think we have always been
suspects in the grand scheme
and who are we that we can deny
that may be so?

Although it's possible
that we could be
the man in the lineup
for all to see,

fingered
ouch
that's possible too
you'll say it's me
and I'll say it's not true
it's you.

but if under suspicion
is one more condition
we have to abide by
we may as well die
or
try to live with it.

I used to wear tight pants
now
I just pant and wear
Oxford Bags.

Sometimes
I think that a pair
of plus-fours
would be eight.

but that's me

I suppose as I usually do
that your first childhood has to go
before the second one kicks in,
I'll wait,
so what's new?

Fanciful perhaps,
but we all seem to be living in a time-lapse
or maybe it's just a memory that speeds on its way
through me.

I will not get tired of this,
the happy ending and I mean a happy ending,
but not that happy ending,
this is a message,
not a massage.

a wing and a prayer and
I'm betting you
that you'll buy it,

we know it's *******
and none of us will make it
but
we don't want to end it
and so we carry on.

worn threads and dead ends
peeks into the past,

dimples on your cheeks
and
cascades of waves when you
lifted your head.

Where land meets sea
She'll wait for me.

At times
sometimes
I dream
full to the brim
and swim in your eyes,

at times
sometimes
when
my mind's a blank screen
She,
comes to me in another dream.

Oh ***
u have me being an adult
like it's some form of
an occult
and I've not yet been in
love.