It's midday.
Like it was yesterday.

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It's midday.
Like it was yesterday.
23rd 7th 2010
It's late
and I'm proud of myself,
not giving in to glassy eyes
and vacant stares.
This room expands
around
my tiny body
situated upright
on one eighth of
my bed.
My things around me,
I have no possessions,
this was supposed to
feel good.
And it does-
I couldn't possess you anyway.
The wee hours I usually pass
in dreams,
but tonight, I notice
the lack
of you.
I want to make coffee for two in the morning.
June 2012 sometime
The clouds are rows of icebergs
making paths to icy plateaus.
Below them lie the playing blocks of
browns, sun-bleached and shaded.
The ranges
to the East, are on the left
and I'm perceptibly inching
my way home.
Uninviting from here,
the vastness, a diorama of nothing
much.
And I wonder, is everyone kidding themselves?
Contentedness is not with another
when so little, can change such a lot.
"I accidentally came inside you".
Now I'm going home to destroy this
Schrödinger's cat.
And I don't much mind.
I imagine there is much to learn.
A fuck every now and then is essential.
The existential are bound for
themselves and not much more.
Rather self fulfilment than
discontent
in others.
The way back is always quicker than the first journey.
And the bright sun up here deceives the
gloomy city
of this descent.
This country
monopolising too many horizons,
made me brave
and the men beautiful.
26th 4th 2014
Planes were once my thing.
Looking down
granted perspective.
Then my fingers would wrestle
that pen
and all the minor whirrings
burst
to inundate the page.
I spent a year on planes
and nothing.
I knew there was much time
and nothing happened.
No Thing.
So where now?