Friday, September 17, 2021

everywhere

Hidden away in the bathroom
the tiles are left wordless
Cold and lifeless too
Evey poem is a failed self-portrait
I am here too
making it up as I go along
Kept from the stars by windowpane
Kept from reality by the door

Sunday, September 5, 2021

mime

It is in france
the mimes have all gone post modern
You pass them on street corners 
defaced by alleyways
unable to grasp their age
without makeup the face has melted off 
they stand there without lifting their cane
they don't give a shit about your change