Midnight is a blade
cutting the cord between tomorrows
Midwife to the newborn day

Ants on a dry leaf
conquerers and pioneers
sailing the puddle

Long empty spaces
fill with echoes of time passed
deafening silence

A fallen idol
is a wounded bird which sings
and tries to fly on paper wings

Frog on a lilly
white flower fragrant and sweet
happy hoppy frog

Wallop, then you hit me with a ten foot pole
love is supposed to be a gentle beautiful thing
not a sock to the jaw or a knuckle sandwich
what did you do to my heart you ******
kicked it into the gutter that's what
then you jumped up and down
and ran me over like a number nine bus
driven by a maniac
ok I give up
hands in the air and waving a white flag
I love you!

Mayfly
all snowy white wings
delicate fragile things
that dance and skim the summer air
hardly there
a second of modernity
to experience eternity
what if a penultimate day in May
to play and love & live
was all you had to give?