Only epitaphs are

Only epitaphs are

Written in stone

Most things change

The grease on my skin

Waxes and wanes.

There is no dream

Worth dying for,

That would be a nightmare.

Life is irredeemable

Tickets are only as good

As the ride,

The entrance

Is an exit

In reverse.

Life isn’t always fun

The crush of embarrassment

The naivety of youth

But every downside

Has a bright spot

Full to bursting.

The splash of colour

From a full-on flush

A fly on a windscreen,

Feeling crushed

By the weight of the everyday.

Expectation goes both ways

Body image

Is a growing problem

Even when it isn’t.

Mirrors do lie

If you listen to them.

The pain of living

Is more than existential

It carries a death sentence.

There are only so many

Beats of a heart

Blinks of an eye.

Breathe deeply

Of a morning

When you wake,

As you can be sure

Of little else.