Aspired

Your bones
Cling still
To that wall.

A forever scene
Of your
Last stand.

Bleached,
The colour of time.
A pale reminder

That you tried

To climb higher
Than anyone

Is allowed.

And We All Looked

Ordinary,
Not enough
Or too much.

Just.
Said the girl.

To
The obligatory
Boy.

In the hope
That he too
Was,

Just.

Now,
Said the boy.

Not for long.
Soon, I’ll be extra
Ordinary.

Just,
Unlike you.

Sigh.
Said the girl.

And looked
Again.

Vicarious

My claim over the dead
Is strong.
For each and every one.

I tasted all glory,
Basked in grace.
Loved the turmoil and
Gloried at destruction.
Deeply as if my own.

Even more so.

My claim over the dead
Is strong
For each and all to come.

And yet,
They do not argue
With me.

Company

I have more

Than one

Footprint.

Many have been

Left.

Far

And wide.

Yet they follow me

Still.

Over Your Shoulder

Not a single eye,
Could spare an upward glance.
No flesh gently prickled,
In the colourless morning.

The cracks were small.
Tickling the distance.

Routines fulfilled their role,
The most popular dance.
No hair stood to attention,
In the colourless morning.

The cracks they grew,
Grinning, running wildly.

Life meandered slowly,
So easily distracting the living.
No heart revved its beat,
In the colourless morning.

Oh, the cracks are yawning,
Too wide.

So late.

Easy Achievement

No dark ribbon
Whispers,
Threaded amongst us.
A phrase so full
Of twisted potential,
Left straight.
One step more,
A sight of scars
Stays healed.

While you could
Never did you.
Wound,
Warp or
Weave.

You left that
To me.

My mistakes
All,
I own.

It is not so Golden

I’m slowing,
Slowing
Down.
I’ll admit that now.
But only because
It’s getting harder,
And yet harder,
To hide
All this rust in the
Sunlight.

Somebodies Dream

Excuse me,
Could you just
Hold this.

I’ll be back
In a second.

So many years.

Often,
I think I hear
Laughter.

If I Could Offer You

Don’t look up
From the page,
My friend.

The world will
Never
Thank you.

And it’s safer
Where you are.

Because, Life

I’m going to
Make a man.

Sew him from,
The most
Beautiful
Of fabric.

Gems for eyes.

A gentlemans
Buttons. 

The proudest
Of chins.

I’m going to
Make one

Thread.

Loose.

So.
He can
Unravel.