Everyone needs a
Mickey in their life, like mine
who lights up dark and
Shades me from the harshest of days
Her beating heart my life blood.
Author: Flash
words, love, science, poetry and life.
Body Memory
This getting older
It feels like confidence and
Competence and clarity
And yet it looks like
Mechanical wear and tear
– betrayal by the body.
Democracy
Does (or can) it exist…
… if it waves lily white flags
And supremicists
raging in defeat…(deceit?)…
lose their delusional minds?
Youth is over before you know it.
It’s been a long time
Since fluoro lights and retail
Tunes marked time between
Makeup and music and smoke
From cigarettes in nightclubs
I feel like a dick
Most of the time and mainly
When I try not to be
You know, a dick, cos how fucked
Are dickheads and who’d be one
Body Pains
My knee aches today
But not my heart, that one is
Pumping baby, like
I am ready to face this day just right after this coffee…
And me
Revolutionary?
To say I love me and you
It is not a war
And there is no either or
Just an I love you …and me
Post Scripts
It has come to this:
I write Post It notes to me
And they say things like
‘You are enough’ and stuff like
‘You’ve got this, you have got this’.
Aching
A dying cat sprints
Over the last finish line
Innately hopeful
Heart breakingly valliant
And blind sided in defeat.
I inherited
My father in law’s walking
Stick. It has sticky
Tape and a sticker with his name
I think I will paint it pink.
When it’s time bury me here
Under a Morten Bay Fig that’s
Built like a Mack Truck
With a solid beating heart
And I’ll hug it’s grounded soul
goodbye Tanka
Three months ago you
Sent us home made Rocky road
We spoke on Facteime
And optimistically
Made plans to see you again.
Kid in a sprint
I changed my profile pic
Hoping you would notice
me and you didn’t but –
I know they did, 27 likes
and I am smiling bright
I’m a kid chasing stars
And it’s uphill all the way
And crowds are cheering.
a Tanka to a Mentor
I have grown to know
More about me, less about
Disingenuous
Musings I had settled for
As truth before I met you.
The Massage
Oh Danny Boy by panflute
Pipes Bali into Westpoint
While I toy with radical
Acceptance like a
Speech that someone else has penned
For me to speak it’s tennet.
A Tanka for Vetti
Defy gravity
Crush crimson berries on ice
Embrace falling rain
And raise an alchemists glass
Salutation joie de vie.
A time…
Once upon a time
When being political
Was having an opinion
On the merits of this or
That and ideology
Framed understanding
That debate could change the world
One dissected issue
At a time…
In a democracy valued
And upheld:
Those were the days.
A tanka to you
I don’t know if you
….Love like I do and if you…
Give love, being known – and do…
You take up much space in time?
Or could you hold space in mine?
A Tanka to 2020
Fighting the virus
We’re all in this together
Unprecented
Wear a mask and wash your hands
Today we record no deaths
A Solitary Walk
I’ve lost my reflection And finding it is bucket listed above the Greek Islands But below retirement. I don’t yet know if it is In your mirrored glasses Or In a puddle on potted asphalt But I sense its existence In my warm breath In this cold air And maybe there’s a mirror In a […]
A Solitary Walk
