Gone – are the illusions, the hopes, even the fears. Gone into the night time – left in bed To take their place, days, weeks, months, years Of endless apathy. With nothing here Of now. “Why! Why!” eternally when so well We know the answer’s gone. Gone with the birthdays, Into the system we have…
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Caspar
Snaking through the doorway. Sneaking wetly up the stairs to bed, Ignoring the cats cradle made Exclusively, for it. Standing like an emperor On the roof. Surveying its territory. Wanting in. Wanting out. Refusing one day food it liked the last day. Tearing curtains. Ripping chairs. I could sometimes kill it – then it purrs.…
If it Hurts
If it hurts, destroy it. Kill the feelings with a shot Of alcohol, barbituates, Heroin or pot. The silver screen can be quiet good To use for an anaesthetic, And opting out works very well If you are not aesthetic. The race we run against old age, Poverty, tiredness and work, Calls for too much…
On Failing to Advise Failures
“Pull yourself together,” they say. But which self – the self is lost. If we had a self we would have no need To pull it together. “Snap out of it,” they say. Out of what? There is nothing there. If there were something we would not be lost, Inside the nothing. “Relax and be,”…
Trivia
Trivia, Trivia, hallowed be thy name Thy things be done, Endless jobs come At home as they are in the classroom. Forgive us our meditation As we forgive them who meditate around us. Give us this day our daily bargains And lead us not into contemplation But deliver us from thinking For thine is the…
October
Gone overnight the lingerings of Summer. The dead leaves pile together. Odd petals on the ground Turn into dozens in one night, As though having tried postponement The sap has suddenly drained completely, And given up. © EGB
Platitudes
I hate the childish platitudes And like a child myself Hate being bored by people who I find Too slow – too quick – too much trouble For me to carelessly caress. I hate the day’s todayness And – like a child can not Decide, whether it is next year or last year That would…
Slum Clearance
Here, I lived and slept and loved. On this spot. Where the purple flowers grow Here I was born and grew up. And learnt my English Grammar At a school which is no more. Here shall I die inside a monolith Of concrete. Here. In a decade or two, The grass will grow, And purple…
Vitality
If you could also share These vivid moments Our life-tracks would converge More easily. Your highlights are too highly bound For me to share And mine too far diffused for you To comprehend. We love – we hate – these two for me Are quite compatible For feelings that are strong Mean that I live.…
The Last Word
As she said All must die Ending and leaving Are the only certainties And so accept And believe in today Not just for its memories But for its essence and its life It is all we have. And it is indestructible Whilst it is. © DEB – August 2005
Unwrapping The World 