7 Year Bitch

When did what we were give way
to what we have become?
Which straw broke the way back?
When did we stop having fun?
When did I start expecting your lies?
When did it stop hurting?
When did we stop kissing goodbye?
That I didn't notice's the worst thing.
We stopped looking in each other's eyes
for answers, hope and mischief.
We stopped sharing all our jokes and dreams.
We bemoaned our own damn business.
The time has come to bridges build
or burn them to the ground.
Our relationship is gathering dust
in Romance's Lost and Found.

Columbina

Fizzing, I lie here.
Desirous pulses pooling.
Body stubbornly not cooling.
I turn to prevent my indiscretion.
Auto-scolding for the situation.
Dreams refuse to come.
True though, that this too shall pass.
Unfairly I speak of this.
Words take flight.
"If only, if only..."
so longs the short night.
A cage is a cage no matter its gilt
And the bars hardest to break
Are the ones that I built.

Maughold

Discoveries of coal-glowing idealists,
Humour and admirable women.
Leit- motifs, themes and long term schemes.
Music and compliments.
Co-operative, comparative,
Compassionate co-reminiscence.
Youthly revenge tales of kettle urination
And lofty architecture of social innovation.
Fiery doom salvation in the shape of an artist's foot.
Delicious savoury smells and quiche,
A stunning spotlight shot was took.
Pumpkinhood to be avoided
Caused a ghostly swift depart.
To each and everyone who stayed
I send you gladness from the heart.