Month: August 2017

A Note Until

When Tragedy’s mask
is worn as a smile
should the fates relent
with their torment
of our poor souls
leaving us to our devices,
and all the old gods
(and the new)
fall from their heavens
that is when
my thoughts of you
will die


The Themepark of Recollection

walking expectantly
through turnstiles
of reminiscence
each event
dripping neon
the perfume
of candyfloss
and stale beer
a kiss, a kick
a rumble
a fumble
sighs of passion
and regret
all indistinguishable
with time
each attraction
either sanitised
perhaps dramatised
to remain memorable
after visiting
so many yesterdays
roller coasting
through queues
that go on
almost forever
others broken
beyond repair
soon to be forgotten
and demolished
to make way
for tomorrows.