Retrospect

Slip into oblivion
Forgetting wolves
behind me.
Bitten
ankles heal,
Heavy hands
still feel
shackles,
throbbing in the silence.

All Things Bright and Everyman

Communal beauty:
Personal,
Agape,
Extra.

I love you because I love who made you, and you deserve to stand in the sun. I don't want your body, don't want your time, don't want your skills. I just love your sunshine.

The beginning of the end is now.

Commencez.

Tough

I want a working class revolution:
Soft heart; tough fibre.

I want a love, strength, dignity christening
Small hands; big goals.

Work hard for what?

Not a wasteland:
self doubt and debt.



Work me till I'm tough enough to flex heart,
Fall in

and out
again.

I want a working class revolution,
Reviving heart to strength,
Comforting the barren
desert in the cityland

Find me,
hidden in the bulrushes
weaving for the end
Find me,
waiting for the final call,
Find me
elated but spent.

Catch the wave,
A new one
And don't look back.

Spiritual
Tidal waves
Pull me

Under
current
events

Swallowing me
Whole
hours

Devoted
fans
spit hate

They scream
shout
yell

Such
nothings
my heart

swells.