the smell of money
pass the fusion of aged oak and amber
almost leaves off a scornful stench
pretentious by virtue of their existence
but, lately, i have been so lonely
that the smell of money
subtly reeks the odour of  𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦

beer sonnets
and mis managed
bonnets

make sure
to ensure
my un-balanced

sobriety

my friends
they
say the same,
the same
old tune -

whats better than being drunk?

being dead drunk

morning for I
us; we

is a simple fact
of endurance.

ten hard-boiled eggs
and a boxing match
with an existentialist gaze

if one and one make oneself,
one can see
that the multitudes that we are
only together

is undeniable

as a boiler maker

at dawn

Just a gentle breeze
But so delightfully cool
Flower stalks dancing

dangling between stone
the sun flower smiles and nods
at the rising sun.
17/1/2021

I never questioned you and the crazy things you have done because I accept you as you are.

That’s love. That’s connection.
That’s also trust and belief in yourself to become what you were not yet.

I would rather see you differently then talk about the past, as it has no bearing on now.

It made you (name) and it could never break you down.

If anything it has propelled you (name) forward to become everything you are today and what you will continue to become tomorrow.

I'd be rushing in
and brimming over,
we'd kick it
as much as we can
tattoo our names
into the totem of the gang,
yeah things break
down quickly
and if you don't
find yourself there,
you won't find yourself anywhere,
momma always
jokingly said
your friends will
be the end of you,
she was right
and the grin on her face
was the inspiration
around smart moves

you are your best, best friend

if momma never told you so
I just did.

Clutching a stumbled-on handful
Of my now-obsolete business cards
I fan them like a deck of playing cards
And bitterly weep on them.

They tell me I once had a job
That mattered in the lives of others.
They tell me I was good at it
And never meant to give it up.

But evilness reared up its head
With prejudice and cunning
And finally conjured up a way
To take away my meaning.

I fold the cards into a stack
And put it over to the side-
The tossing out will have to wait
’Til I am stronger than today.
                ljm