Shame

I utter the word ‘hello,’
And reddened in the face
You look away
Hands in pockets
Lips a tight line
Containing a smirk
That’s for me, only mine

I know not what was said or done
But your embarrassment is palpable
I guess, I must be in the wrong
Later it will come to light
The tone of my voice wasn’t right
Or the way I stood or looked down
Or it was the way words sound
When coming out of my mouth

And the bashfulness on your face
Communicates to everyone
And like a virus it infects them all
Permeates the air
And I become
The cigarette end of jokes

And I, left in the ruins
Become the ash
Greyed and cemented
Into shame

Time gone by

An explosion of thought
Ideas tunnelling
Early birds collecting the words
Beaks snapping
Butterflies smashing
Mammals cracking
A whirlpool of dreams
Steaming from teacups
Of time gone by
All a reflection
In a dinosaurs eye

All of this streamed by
A river
In my minds eye
A flicker
A flash
A kingfisher
A silhouette
A shadow
A stick figure

A wood preserved
In a prism
A lens
Capturing
Natures gems

Upturned umbrellas
Collecting confessions
Handles up toward the sky
In accusation
Of time
gone by




Sadness like an unquenchable thirst

Our skin has been shed
outside renewed

this is how it accumulates
like dust on books

inside all the days
and years spread

and every time we scream
it’s wasted breath

because in our voice
our sadness can’t be contained

It simply runs wild
Within our veins

too powerful for outside
Much too strong for us inside

The tears are never enough
for the accidental goodbyes

the shock & horror
always there, always filling lungs with empty

This is how it accumulates
Till we’re undone

one with the dirt
no more synapses producing hurt

All these thoughts

All these thoughts swim
Till they run
Merging and
Words become undone
Falling away
Somewhere hidden
The thoughts gone
But the feelings remain
Without a name

And then a new thought
Falls into view
Only to fall away
Before you really knew
And the feeling grows
But the words, you do not know

And you wonder
Something
Somewhere
The letters of the thoughts
R
u
n
n
i
n
g
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