Aug 2013
hazard of counting time and words
~
stoops to foolhardy pacing
wit-clogs hardly ever silent
1.
how seconds fall flat on its innocent face;
loss of hands - clock no help at all
as feelings croak in embrace of premature words;
rig a string tight, not long after your first day
2.
you didn’t know that where you were sent
all in good faith
put you plain on a danger-path ….. what sick traps awaited
(and yet, *exculpa non-fini)
for, how could you fathom
that trusted hands and friendly eyes
coaxed your trust,
engaged in
what they never should...
the only sane thing to do
is to live by
the second….the minute….the hour …..
no more
failing which, is
scraping by
on the leniency
of
second chances
S T, 22 aug - thur
~
stoops to foolhardy pacing
wit-clogs hardly ever silent
1.
how seconds fall flat on its innocent face;
loss of hands - clock no help at all
as feelings croak in embrace of premature words;
rig a string tight, not long after your first day
2.
you didn’t know that where you were sent
all in good faith
put you plain on a danger-path ….. what sick traps awaited
(and yet, *exculpa non-fini)
for, how could you fathom
that trusted hands and friendly eyes
coaxed your trust,
engaged in
what they never should...
the only sane thing to do
is to live by
the second….the minute….the hour …..
no more
failing which, is
scraping by
on the leniency
of
second chances
S T, 22 aug - thur
talk about breaking the rules...!
some people do get away with terrible things... 'cos bullies love silence.
well, all things to come round...
Sun-entrance: sepia-stone
1.
There be bright days
And there be brighter days
This, I’s be tellin’ meself
I keeps remindin’ me
Ain’t …. no dark days here
Only in forgotten mem’ry-boxes
Long ago cast in sepia-stone
(But one sudden dust-blow
Can wickedly crumble that erudite-face
And bring ALL that …wriggling back to ****** life)
2.
sure ain’t no fool like an old one
Oh, pore chil’ don’t get it none:
Bendin’ all the rules
don’t mean breakin’ ‘em!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mv9cWgkpIZ4
some people do get away with terrible things... 'cos bullies love silence.
well, all things to come round...
Sun-entrance: sepia-stone
1.
There be bright days
And there be brighter days
This, I’s be tellin’ meself
I keeps remindin’ me
Ain’t …. no dark days here
Only in forgotten mem’ry-boxes
Long ago cast in sepia-stone
(But one sudden dust-blow
Can wickedly crumble that erudite-face
And bring ALL that …wriggling back to ****** life)
2.
sure ain’t no fool like an old one
Oh, pore chil’ don’t get it none:
Bendin’ all the rules
don’t mean breakin’ ‘em!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mv9cWgkpIZ4
