Self Deceivers Evermore

I’m all on edge today

Is it the bushfires and the haze

And the general malaise

That has hung above our head for days?

 

I can’t tell anymore

 

Is it the knowledge that the world

Is trying to rid itself of the plague

Of us humans that have outstayed

Our welcome as we crave

 

more and more and more?

 

Is it that as we argue in our sleep

The deaded earth will keep on spinning

With our corpses madly grinning

But we’ll still think that we are winning?

 

Self deceivers evermore

 

 

Copyright November 2019

 

 

Beat Down The Devil

the pied piper of despair dances merrily down the lane

dripping with the threat of sex

 

she can hear the call of inner voices

 

a sulky little monster tightening its grip with every scream

with a smokey sigh

and horns

 

it feels so useless to explain or even cry

to beat down the devil before dawn arrives

{too late now you heartless little bastard}

 

when viewed from behind

the pied piper of despair dances merrily down the lane

as if this dry earth stands in the way of greater things

 

 

 

This is a Found Poem, taking lines from some of my old poems and splicing them together without changing the lines themselves.

 

 

Copyright March 2019

From Inside She Watches

from inside she watches

as the world plays on

feeling overwhelmed

by sky and clouds and the sun

and nearly eight billion people

all breathing the same air

 

from inside she watches

as the same patterns

repeat themselves over

cardboard cut outs of politicians

no longer pretending to govern

for more than self interest

 

from inside she watches

wonders how it will end

will we know when we reach

the tipping point when revolution

is the only answer or will we

die quietly as the stars go out

 

from inside she watches

the simple unfairness of being

 

 

Copyright June 2017

The Pain In My Head Is As Big As The World

 

the pain in my head is as big as the world

it travels down my spine

settles in my coccyx

I sit on my pain

 

I sit on my pain

as it veers out through my hips

my thighs feel heavy and drab

and my knees ache for the past

 

my knees ache for the past

force this ache down to my toes

my hands reach down to my toes

I gather all pain in my hands

 

I gather all pain in my hands

I hold my head in my hands

my fingers ache from the sense of it all

the pain in my head is as big as the world

 

 

Copyright May 2017