Good At Life

None are good at life We crumble and fold A sandcastle in the rain Our schooling taught us nothing Our jobs are worthless The TV lies and we pay for it Money has no currency Likes and retweets are gold now Men not allowed to cry Feminisim has died Masculinty has died Self-Esteem has died We are not good at life An after thought As time passes by

Sadness

sadness permeates the air i breathe
it fills the gaps in the pavements

sadness is in the tears i cry
it fills the oceans

sadness is in the sky i see
it fills the clouds
makes them fluffy

sadness is in the creases of my best shirt
in the unused hole in my belt

sadness rings out every Thursday at 8
sadness plays out in every film i have seen

sadness is in the eyes of ex lovers
sadness is the salt
flavouring my life

sadness is not regret
sadness is the cure
sadness is the redemption

Release your pen

You sit in your room playing the dictionary game

Learning five new words a day

Didactic, inanimate, piffling, timorous

Differentiate

That frown you constantly carry around

cannot be explained in words

so don't try,

to give it a name

Your literature could not save you

sentences fail you

meaningless cut-outs from your favourite poets

from this century or that century

Keats, Shelley, Byron etc, etc

NOTHING EVER CHANGES

The loneliness is magnified
Solitude in doom
Alone in my room

Pain and regret spill out
Of everywhere

You have one another
I have the mirror
Self analysing yet again
Not liking what I see

I love you all
I'll send you virtual kisses
With a lump in my throat

Send me hugs in a letter
I'll cradle the paper
With a lump in my throat

Send me an e-mail
So I can see your name on a screen
It will mean everything to me

Send me rations of your love
snippets of your voice
I'll get by on scraps

Nothing ever changes
Non cambia nulla
Nada muda

FEAR NOT

Fear not, things will return
And it will be the best

Tears on terraces
And on packed dance floors
Huddled walking groups
Elderly lunch clubs

Parties in the capitals
NHS staff knighted
The dark light
Will shine

Wedding proposals in Madrid
Born again
Bingo in Blackpool
Fish n Chips on promenades

Holding your hand on a stuffed train
Kissing you in a packed tube
Shelves full of pasta

Love is the vaccine
We're not at war with flesh and blood
No weapons formed against you shall prosper