The stars are distant
The stars are distant
Less than a twinkle
They are disappointed
It is in their eyes
A galaxy of blank faces
I knew them once
But they never knew me.
They want me dead
Maybe I am
There is no welcome
To speak of.
Recognition
Is an exercise in tolerance
The pain of expression
Too difficult to maintain.
Indifference
An unkind cut,
The deepest of all.
Love is not lost
It has been buried
In a distant land
Without a map
There will be no finding it.
No forgiveness.
Flags were lowered
Long ago
The past is buried
Deeper than gone.
It is unknown
Never understood,
Redefined
Made flexible and ill-suited
To forgiveness.
The mountains
Are mournful
They wait patiently
For change.
I keep going
Hoping to reach an end
Before the stars fall
The weight of them
Brings the sky closer
To dissipation.
Everything dissolves in time,
When they go
There will be nothing left
To remember me by.
Hot air. Cold hearts
The satisfaction of cold air
In summer
The heat of the day
Laid waste
The lack of conscience.
What worries me
Is the nature of cold blood
A snake lies in wait
In the shadow
The longer it sits
The slower it gets
It will move before
It becomes inert
It will uncurl
Bask
Hiding behind the air-con unit
Where it is baking
Sharing space with the redbacks
Waiting for the unwary
The stray
A mouse would be good
Finger-sized
A flat white stone is stuck
Where it lands
Finding a home
Settling in for the long haul
Warming itself ready
To release its breath slowly
Under the stars
Breathing easily by morning
It loves a sharp frost.
The snake hates the lawnmower man
As do I
The blower,
Such a waste of resources
When a little overgrowth
Is better by far
It hides a multitude
Home of the brave.
The field mouse
Gets it in the neck
Every time
Danger on all sides
Never a moment’s respite
His heart beats quickly
Fast twitch muscle
Working overtime.
The snake waits
For the right moment
Fully charged
Its twitch is faster
More directed
Oft-times,
Though even-handed
The nature of things
Can lack fairness