Anyone who carries out
and
lives through
depths, complex
meanings
and
peculiarities in own
understanding
in their acts and affiliation
,
commits
Poetry
.

Watching the schemes
of the World
and realising nothing
happens without
a cause yet
it seems so,
there it is
to see it
is not us
who choose events,
but they choose us,
since there are so many
mishaps on our
part.

I'm just a junkyard dog.
Old scars tell my story.
I'm left water and scraps.
Alone in the dark I sleep
and dream of a better life
and love with *******
I smell beyond fences.
Love is just out of reach.

Loves hang off fish hooks.
They spin like tops and beg
to be noticed. We're all broke
and pretend to be fixed
ready to be loved again.
Fill my heart with yearning.

This must be what forgetting is.
   Erosion of memory year by year
   until the landscape is barren now.
   I remember your ******* but can't
   find my way home. I taste you still
   but forget my child's name. I still
   remember tall grass with virginity
   lost and we created what's her name?

My fingernails grow like claws
the older I look beast like crooked
and bent in age. I hate my destruction
against my permission. I lost control
so long ago when I broke your young
honest heart. I set it in motion then.