Living with Butch Losses I

Living with Butch Losses II

Beauty

While I could still walk I took the Greyline bus over the mountains to the West Coast
Waded a kilometre to Chesterman Beach through calf high floodwater
I feel her today as I sit under a Blue Moon's endings and beginnings
Touched by wonder then, be with her now.

Think

‘I’m going to the coffee shop to sit, and think strange thoughts’

‘Yeah I get that’

Not I get that like catching a cold or pain in an arthritic joint,

But ‘I get that’

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Journeys

Pass the reproductive monogamous swan pairing and golf course deals getting done
Tunnel darkness descends, brief then bursting into sun
Pain of injection over in a moment, still it hurts, too many and for too long.
Burst my eardrums AKG
come on, come on, let me free

NHS

I liked Preston because there were ducks,
Leeds was gothic art and decay, thieving plant cuttings, bad coffee and hall of fame medic photos that made sense once.
Hurry before demolition, conversion and the end of the NHS
Burnley oh rolling rr's over Lancashire women's work, grumpy no kudos neurology, overworked disrespect and parking anger.

Spring

Spring screech will tell me an old story while I comfort search a new blue backdrop for a glimpse.
None to see but tune in to something,
It's ok they're here, they're here.

Subterranean

Underground anger breaks a surface,
sulphuric bubbles bursting into air
with a calming wake, while
background dream crashes a car and wants to fuck you really bad through grief and rage,
different scores settle off target misdirections.
Your written intentions reflect and tear,
journeys of comfort and tears.
A song with someone to touch you just so, to see you.

Morning reliability

Moonset glide across morning winter sky,
streetlight pollutant bleed fade out, one by one from shadows.
Clean, silver grey and
birdsong determination calls an early dawn in relentless, inevitable comfort of a new day.