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I was always told that I was Third.
Behind ineffable,
      inscrutable,
                                         then me!

But it seems to me
                           now
That is a silly way to be.

For if not                                  me!
then
    there is no we

We being me and you
       who do those things we do
when all will see we—that
    we—are you and                  me!

but us        us is another story

May Day

Beltane burns

   half from Spring.

The house is quiet now

  the fire died.

Strong proud mother sits silent watching

  One of her embers fading.

Badges on apps untapped

  smouldering ephemera. 

Beltane burns

  half to Summer.

Routine replaces revolution

  flaming the fans.

Heartbreak my companion

  Coal its avatar.

Hope and meaning entwined

  wick trimmed - steady.

Perchance to...

I won't sleep tonight

I never do

Twisty thoughts

and dangling conversations

The dull blue glow
of unsaid replies

Oxbow Lake

you're sitting there
   where the river once rushed
faded to pallor

and i'm sitting here
   numb from the trek
will to power

it's just change
  ya know
like smoke and windows

it just moves
  ya know
not like remembered

there and here
  once and now
two again; time for bed

a night club, or what can happen in 3 seconds

Our eyes just caught,

  I walked away. 

You followed me.  

That moment though,

  I saw it all. 

Our brand new life. 

Odd, uncertain

  I, too eager. 

You are distant. 

We get along,

  Get through it. 

You, happy now. 

The nights spent out,

  The city ours. 

Thinking too much. 

I know better,

  But I press. 

I should back off. 

We both felt it,

  It's perfect. 

It's scary though. 

You walk over,

  I say hi,

It was a dream. 

In progress

"I suppose that I've settled into a sort of bourgeois nihilism of late. So little seems to matter a great deal and the days slip by uncounted." He shifted in the banquette uncomfortably. We'd now been talking for two hours. The wait staff hated us, four coffees and two hours later. 

"Are you sure you're not just bored again" I asked, adopting aloofness. 

"You'd be so reductive"

"You'd be so melodramatic."

He idly stirred his coffee. My eyes wandered out the window into the always busy streets. 

"I suppose. But it all is intractable, however you choose to label it. We can't actually change anything of worth. That's a sort of boredom I suppose."

I hadn't heard him. I was too fascinated by the large man outside trying to thrust flyers for some local titty bar in the the hands of every passerby. He caught my eye because he seemed so enthusiastic. He wore ill fitting clothes, a smile seemingly the platonic ideal, and an honest swagger. He stood in stark contrast to the man before me. 

The point

I'm there

         now

Quiet. Still. Listening. 

       void is better

         now

than pretty lies

      told by prettier people

         now

I speak. Certainly. 

Tick tock

Tonight I miss routine,

And ever her proper bonnet. 

Tonight I miss represent,

So that I'm actually understood. 

Tonight I miss take,

My heart as my own and no longer his. 

Tonight I miss label,

A frown as a smile and walk about my life. 

Tomorrow I miss apply

Me. 

Tomorrow I miss direct

My friends. 

Tomorrow I miss appropriate

Time well spent. 

Tomorrow I miss match

Socks most likely. 

Tomorrow I miss align

A smirk for a boy. 

Tomorrow I miss speak 

For when anger is sought

But now I must stop

For I am completely wrong. 

Reflections on sin

I've done one you know,

  The unpardonable kind. 

I've worn bright colours

  On a dreary day. 

I've trusted beyond my ken,

 Causing damage beyond my mend.

I've said what's on my mind

  When yes was expected. 

I've fled. 

I've lead. 

I've caved. 

I've been late. 

I was so early that one time that I stood out like a sore thumb. 

I've been silent. 

I've been absent. 

I've not told you everything. 

I've told you too much. 

 

A little dance

It moved. It moved.

The damn thing moved. 

Violent but welcome

A sound understood 

Clattering against the granite. 

Length, wit, banter, turns

Cadence, tap, shoulders, hips

Commas

A future oddly, frighteningly in parallel

A dance in two parts from afar

Motion and inaction

Desire yet commitments

A chance thwarted yet sought

Tango across the pond

Waiting isn't skipping the beat

Furtive glances. Silent granite. 

It finally moved. 

Never today, hardly tomorrow.

More dancing. More in step. 

Empty spaces nonetheless. 

Tuesday isn't here 

Can never be

Monday never ended

Thrice thwarted spaces

Timetables ever triumphant.