My Words

I make a sandwich

And think of you

I write a poem

And think of you

I say to myself

This is all getting a little bit

Too much like

Liza Minelli and the Pet Shop Boys

Other’s Words

A year of

Mental health came in

Easing out

With

Expectants leaving

What we expected

Was an exciting weekend

Quick fired words

In a tongue we had ———

A turbulent sea

Our friends no show

Not Yet Qualified

Regular practice

That’s what they said

Always, all of them

And to let go

Don’t hold on

That’s their message

But, as if to be expected

I rallied against them

Followed my own path

And look where it’s got me

At peace, at one

With salt thrown over my shoulder

Fragments 2

If I could just

Carmel by the sea

Austen by the sea

Astral projection

Always by the sea

Sit in

Fragments 1

Here or there

Somewhere

No you

I

You saw me

I—— —

Here in the village

So far away from England

A wood burning stove

Picking wild flowers

Spruce up the shrine

Biscuits so sweet

They