Gently lengthening the last rays of the sun
Casting sombre shadows on the lawn
Reminiscent of days long ago when we’d run
Rising cheerily with the heavenly dawn.
Now in my grey and twilight days
A flood of memories bring comfort to my heart
Speaking of a happiness, a golden haze
Soothing my soul, how that we are apart.
Regrets and sorrows fill my heart with woe
Friends and loved ones call their names
Reminding me of a joy from long ago
Sadly we’ll never play out old games.
Form though I am now at the close of day
My long, happy life I would gladly replay.

In flight, cloud pours winged ink,
feathered in atmospheric caption,
in and out, as a cursor blinks,
gliding portal-- ground casting.

a falling feather stroking air,
day's mind--now nigrescence,
torch waving in drip drop lair,
corvid "kaaw"--all sides pressing.

blackness: it is infinite cursive,
folded 'round a writer's eyes.
A hearse' undulating curtain,
the wings-- as the crow flies.
*
sound of the internal chasm,
shamen of post-mortem height,
feathered pen will spasm,
with morsel--writhing in and out of light.

Mid-dream--she comes,
'am tired, still work-clothed.
soft lullaby over threshold.

sometimes window pebble tap,
tired head in her jean lap.

but when she doesn't come,
loneliness, follows into dreams,
seductress, over threshold leaves.

a text, she must really exist,
steam in such a cold winter,
glazing my panes with mist.

lonely, tired; no ***** in daytime blur,
asleep in workboots--waiting for her. .

I love you
is the biggest white lie,
I've ever heard.

Stop the car.
I'm ready to go home.
Now.

Cause this,
this obviously isn't working out.

Bang, bang, bang.
Say the bullets from the gun.
As I lay in bed,
And hear your other love,
Your video game,
Coming from the flat screen,
In the other room.

The bed is awfully lonely,
Maybe a little cold too.
But with that one thin wall,
Separating our hearts,
We’ve gone to our back up loves.
You with your controller,
And me with my notebook and pen.