And at the end
when
finally the whole can be seen
they
the cast from across my time
will pause
stand
meet
greet me
know me with every look
saying nothing
everything
and letting me decide
any judgement to be mine
on what I had
and did
or said
hid now from
that broken shell
the downward place a
screen screaming the
internal film
of all
that was, and
what could have been
I’m separated from anything
Nothing
Everything
And the notion
Of social interaction
Speech
Or the public eating of a fucking peach
Sits
Laughs
Bites at my ankles like a stupid dog
Daily
Especially this one
Until the end.
Its Monday, evening
and so, I shoot myself
in the face
this time with a drink
of a larger calibre
the shot glass
both distraction
and cure
willed by
the days ahead
What meaning, then, do you ascribe to these poor words, found ailing and placed with not so intensive care upon the screen
should this be determinism of your own, of that of another author
Simply said, which one?
After all,
It who typed the keys
owns no meaning, for
that died
the moment the pixels heard an apparent voice
I put
empty hope
into my wallet
a photo stolen
not taken
from where
it
should have remained
yielding to
and encouraging
fixation
Amended 15 Nov 2020
These words
sit
in temporary limbo
waiting for an edit, and
a click
to publish a meaning
with permanance confirmed
until
the hosting ends
Yes
I was once, but it was a long time ago
Its likely that you are thinking of someone else
Probably the one on the right
Very nice thank you
Using an axe, then buried in the garden to stop the screaming
After the all
and in the end
he
aided by imagination
rewrote history
to the silent applause
of critical acclaim
Amended 26 May 2014
I walked past someone today
They looked like you, and so I smiled
But it was someone else, and
no-one, and so they walked away
After that I stopped smiling for today
and went back into the house
Through the window the world is
just an occasion to be witnessed,
a distraction or
an infinite jest
A place outside, viewed, where
we’ll always remain friends.
I say hello to Autumn
its overcast skies meeting my own dark eyes
as we together question the season
“What if?” I say
and the weather points with leaf-littered precision
crisp answers
to questions unfinished.