Day two
and there's still
a lingering scent of you
sparking
memories
of your presence
You could come
every second day
and like a cat
rub your back
against
everything
in my flat
Or tell me the name
of the perfume you wear
I could buy some
and sprinkle a little
here there
and everywhere

From the ether-like home
of every thing
come ideas and plans
schemes and dreams
in the mind of man
Ephemeral origins
of war and peace
Tormented by
invisible causes
of things that are seen
by horrified eyes
The birthing on earth
of villains and heroes
saints and sinners
losers and winners
A circular journey
from death to birth
from here to hell
and back again
cursed and blessed
by amnesia
not knowing the game
Playing and losing
again and again
The same old refrain

Essence of Grace
stayed in the air
all through the day
Though her star
is now far away
No need for incense
anymore
Boudoir perfumed
by ‘Shooting Star’
She goes while she comes
like a breeze in the air
her scent evidence
that she was there
Her smell lingered
through the day
The place was quiet
but it was okay
Living proof
of the truth
that we don’t want to know
Everyone
who comes
will go

It’s water under the bridge, the one we’re standing on
Didn’t last long, stopped like a song
Now we’re moving on
The water’s long gone
and we’re moving on

Perpetual motion, every thing,
the people we see, the queen and the king
the rooks and the knights, the blacks and the whites
When we try to stop time, we find out it’s a crime

In a dream you came, in a dream you went
I wanted to make up, and I tried not to wake up
but the morning insisted, I open my eyes
so I did, and I cried

We saw something float by, with all of our eyes
We disagreed,  a branch or a tree
something dreamlike, a flash of moonlight
No matter now,  it gone anyhow
The jury is out, everyone’s gone
and it’s time to move on

Sean Hunt    Dec 5th 2017

I listened to her heart
beating away
for two hundred and seventy days
twenty eight million
thumps from her drum
No wonder I was
attached to her
for a while
when I was a child

Mister Mac
Get back
You're giving me
A panic attack

Squeezing tight
With all your might
It's just not right

Picking my pocket
Here and there
Taking more money
Everywhere
                                         Sean Hunt Nov 2017

Write a song, and make it long
Tell us all what’s right and wrong
Talk about the game
who it is we have to blame

What’s it all about my friend
that saber-rattling
the whys and the wherefores
and the wars to end all wars

Was there a beginning?  Will it end
We all wonder what lays ahead

Who did what and where
and when did it all start
in the deep darkness
of the human heart

We need some surgeons skilled enough
to open us all up
take out the tumors one by one
and fill us up with love

Was there a beginning?  Will it end
We all wonder what lays ahead


Sean Hunt   Nov 17 2017