We pretend to be normal

She is sobbing

I am helpless

I reach out

She pushes me away

I walk out the door

For once I don't care

Hey Buk    

I just wanted to say...

Thank you

You make me laugh

You make me think

About this thing called life

And the small part I play

You inspire me to write

Even though by comparison

I am a fraud

I promise to dedicate my first book

To you

Or Robert Baun

Or my wife.

What if that was the last good one?

Out of ideas

And inspiration for the rest of days.

Unable to write anything of worth

One piece of crap after another

Abandoned by the Muse

A victim of writer’s block.

I better write another

Here and now

Just to prove

I still have it.

A single kiss
Engraved
To memory

The weight
Of guilt
Immense and unfading

Forever ashamed
For one act
Of betrayal

After the shipwreck,

We drift through calm seas:

Together.

Another storm...

The sky rages

The sea erupts

We’re torn apart,

Struggling against the waves

To get back to safety
  
And each other.

The storms come more frequently of late.

Each time

We drift further apart.

I fear  

The next storm

We may drown

Maybe it’s a story

Everything

The creative of beautiful things

Some were not sure:

Eh?

Wot that mean?

Ich wiess nicht Vater

Finally,

I had to agree:

Tiefe frage für einen montagmorgen

( deep question for a Monday morning)

For days he had searched for the words, but they would not come

He shouted, ‘Stop mocking me gods, you have had your fun!’

Another sleepless night and the day was here

As the class grew nearer so did the fear

And then he realised the route he had to go

Steal or borrow, no one will ever know

That evening he beamed as he read the stolen creation

And when he finished, he smiled and waited for their adulation

But all he heard was….

‘Oy you ****, I wrote that!!’ as he was swiftly thumped in the face