There is always something

There is always something

Trying to break out

Of someone.

Lost moments

Broken promises

Hearts that were never meant to be

Floating in sorrow.

One for the money

Two for the show.

You fly like a Redbreast

Fighting to stay alive

Bursting through the undergrowth

Out there beneath the forest of legs

On the green grass

Where the free spirits dance

With all the abandon

Of an old sock

Fallen down the back of a sofa

Who is kidding who?

The only fool is you

Pretending to be cool

When the reverse is as true

As an optimist

Struggling to overcome disappointment.

Cigarette ends floating

In the urinal.

How long ago was that a familiar thing?

Who does it now

When the Gents

Should come equipped

With a government health warning.

Walking in the sun

Is the only thing

Keeping the world from becoming

A toilet bowl.

It is all too easy to reminisce about the old days

Before crows feet resembled

The canals of Mars.

Bring me the head of the drug cartel

Before the opiates kill the masses,

What a wonderful world

That would be

For walking on a clear day

When the only vipers

Would be sleeping on the grass

With the dogs of war

Curled up beside them

And in the silence

We would hear our own sad hearts

Beating a retreat.