The Curse of Youth

DRAFT DRAFT DRAFT UNHAPPY AS HELL

Its 3am, the night is still,
I have to sleep

Now drunken voices
and pounding feet
Sharp broken glass
Play across the street


Constipation

Old wounds from wars
Incontinence

And weeping sores

My kids awake at

the slightest peep

I curse those damned hours

that you all keep 
Aching joints
and creaking back
and mortgage debt



I curse you with
kids just like you


Old age and
Infirmity

As long, long ago,
Someone cursed me

All Change, Eila

 

Signs were there all along,
The portents hum and sing.

* 10-04-10 05:16

The news is in
Cryptic clue reads:
"Broken Waters".

The balloon's up
(over Wharf Rd)
Three lives now turn.


* 10-04-10 21:02

A father's born
Three hours slip by
Living in dreams

My life till now
All so much dead
Adrenaline


"Yesterday was just the
Beginning of my life."
  - Mark Williams

Oomph

"Oomph"

Loud and
Clear
From that
Pillow
Next to me

I lie
Here
Thinking
"Hope I'm
Not in there."

 

Finally

 

Wondrous
Contemplation:

The sun has set
On close of day.

Round and round
That bitter end.

Spun into gold
A final straw.

Last cheeky grin
Without a cat.

One more melted
Snowflake.

Getting Older

Now that I get older
I find that I'm

The type that
Attracts:

Warts and
Moles and
Polyps.

So I'll probably
End up with cancer

Unless I end up
Some other way.

Nothing

What's wrong?
Nothing.
A nothing dragged
From decades ago
Screaming into the present
Colliding
Into a mangled
Train wreck
Car smash
Plane crash;
Nothing,
Of this
Instant.

I could:
Choose to believe
that nothing,
just like I believe
With incredible good-luck
I've won the
Jackpot
Grand-prize
Of
Nothing.

 

Shot down

 

 Bomber jackets
With Top Gun re-runs
Air War stories
And red-hot flak guns

Dark pilot shades
Turned to the sun
Bandits on high
Make bombing runs

Icarus and
Hell's Fallen Angels;
Cool as all hell
Wings locked in battles

Flights of fancy
And fleeting day dreams
Shot down as one,
All motes in sunbeams.

Poets

 

Po-faced poets,
Pen,
Pious poems,
Ponderously,
Period.