Not that Crazy

I'm afraid
I have to say goodbye
I can't be a friend to one 
Who is crazier than I

Heat Seeker

I am coiled
Beneath a thousand furs
I am spread
Across the hottest rock
I am naked
By a cracking bonfire
Lo 
I still shiver
Away from your heart

11.14pm

I'm sipping Sauvignon 
You're snoring on the couch
The days are getting shorter
My hair is getting longer
The cat's back from the vet
Minus three molars
Wish I could sleep so soundly
In the pike position

Evanescence

Something very sad did happen
To a lively child of five
Too quickly she grew
Turning wild in her youth
Then one April day
When all of twenty-four
She found herself bound, force-fed
With heaped spoons of conformity
Restrained, stored, forgotten
In a tapestry loomed from threads of her waning audacity
Now frayed and worn
My sweet child
I remember you well
You thought stars became daisies in the day
At night you lie beside your window
Gazing at the midnight sky
With wonderous eyes
That knew nothing of tomorrow

We Always Do

I'm watching silly, old music videos
Set in the future
2016
It's a grey day
But the light is stark
And last night's rain clings to blades of zealous grass and clover
It's been a lazy week
My bones have softened 
And my feet have shrunk
I can slip into my size nine boots 
Without the usual battle
They're covered in glitter
They don't leave a trail
I might wear them tonight
If we go somewhere nice
I'll over-dress
I always do 
We'll talk about the kids
We always do
You'll drink wine
I'll purse my lips
You'll notice
You'll shrug your shoulders
Then we'll talk about something else

Butterflies and Birds

There are no butterflies here
Only wretched birds
That dart from perch to perch
In straight lines
Swinging back and forth with a jolt
Once here, now there
Growing weary quickly
Of this view and that
They know not what they want
Never resting for long

But the butterflies
Oh how I miss the butterflies
And how they hover
Above carefully chosen flowers
Descending upon delicate petals
With tender feet
Fluttering in circles delightful
A little here, a little there
Kissing pollen, remembering fondly every flower
Then returning for more