Gord

2019-02-28 07:14 am

Close one eye, 
My items inside it,
Twinking idyllic,
Twinkling Poseidon,
Tell me but lies.

Who is the best, 
At mules and tribes?
Niceness undisguised,
Design precise,
Thrice but one,
Skies full of eyes,
Sum kind like,
Would it not be wise,
Revives, spells and cries,
Men, mice and crimes,
Pond scum alike,
Who is this beggar then?
Deckard Cain, who else?

Gord

2019-02-06 07:32 pm

Sidewalks broken on my boulevard,
Auburn hair where I used to walk,
Talk, and think of her dialogue.
I'd thought greenery would fall,
Replaced with concrete barriers,
Perhaps I'd talked too freely,
Told one too many tale too tall
To still be taken seriously.
Discreet forever, words picky,
Discrete for ever, world sticky,
Disformity for even worms licking.
Take me away from this place,
For even screaming and kicking,
Seeing worse, feeling indignant.
Not to curse the growing infant,
But the plants must go.
No handlebars rusted,
To bikes comprised of broken dreams,
No van full of children hopeful,
Just a van to the hospital, please,
My heart is about to explode to pieces.

Gord

2019-02-06 06:07 pm

Could I just wish? To be,
Mired forever in my thought,
Cubs would fish it seems;
Would one list, to be not?
On the fixtures glass,
Alike one's heart, an ass.
Like a bandage wonderful,
Placed over a chest, 
Healing hearts impass,
Task feeling, impossibly vast.
Please come back,
Please come back.
For all I want,
Is what lover's lack.

Could I just wish? I could,
Fish of this river forever,
Desiring one lost, to be not.
Would she list her lover first?
I would think so, deserved
For I have been gone,
A decade and more, lustrum.

Gord

2019-02-01 01:56 pm

My life a water, cold,
Too cool to be absorbed;
Endeavours foolish.