beneath the grief
the wrath of grief spat
into the teeth of a gale
slowly subsiding
the sun is over the horizon
dip your toes in
for real
the tides of time
both ebb and flow
flow and ebb
there now
my cariad
there now
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beneath the grief
the wrath of grief spat
into the teeth of a gale
slowly subsiding
the sun is over the horizon
dip your toes in
for real
the tides of time
both ebb and flow
flow and ebb
there now
my cariad
there now
relatively speaking
as we get older
your age is catching up with me
if we get to infinity
will you be the same age as me
as near as damn it
i’ll dare say it you see
that distance is relative
as you grow closer to me
for the time is fast approaching
when the front will be the back
when the last shall be first
and …
now look i’ve gone and lost track
fairy nough
the british public
are like sleeping beauty
and the prince is the prick
that sent them to sleep
‘republic now’
is the wicked witch
that will wake them up
a princess is only priceless
in a fairy story
fare ye well
but only if you say so
global heating
suddenly
it was not gradual
suddenly it was suddenly
tomorrow today
when the saucepan boiled over
there was egg everywhere
over everyone’s face
i told you they would say
why didn’t you tell us
yesterday
that there is no tomorrow
anymore
today
the pipe
he gave up smoking
threw his pipe into the river
every day it stared at him
unblinking in the rusty water
just outside the moulders’ tea cabin
respite burnt into pathos
blinking unblinking
a memory refusing to flow
with the river of time
poetry is
poetry is
like the comedian
unable to cope with the best china
flying off a conveyor belt
smithereens
the words trash the floor
swept into piles by the janitor of genre
like the metaphorical bull in a china shop
like pearls before the swine
look out!
here comes another one