Our father

 and so it ends, your sojourn here - 

go thou to heaven

for thou art a child of God,

and we have loved you

all the days of our lives 'til now.

Your work is done here

and you have earned your rest.

Fear not the Valley of Shadows,

for I will walk with you.

The dark woman from the North, 

and the woman with two-colour eyes

will accompany us.

We will travel together

to the halls of our fathers,

and we will sing you to sleep,

and lay you to rest -

our most honoured,

sweetest of men.

The Porn Thing

 Here we go a'porning in the middle of the night.

You seem to be unaware of how your door leaks light.

If I opened it and said hello,

would that give you a fright?

How it saddens me to know, your bond 

with truth has been so slight.

Here we go a'porning, the king of porn, the porn king.

I can't believe a single thing you say you are,

or appear to be. You're all a lie

and I begin to see - this

will end in tears for me.

Sweet Heart

The heart is not a puzzle to unravel,

or a calculation to solve. Do not

approach it with an algorithm and a dictionary.

It is a miracle of softness, a mesh

of wildflowers and roses,

a gift in a box of bones and blood.

Captive in your box of bones and blood,

beat, beat, beat, though you may

against the walls, still you remain

as decades pass,

searching for a partner in the dance -

a ticking bomb, a fading song,

so long, so long, so long.

Big Sky

 How blue the sky

to wander in

how free the air to breathe

so warm the sunshine on my skin

so sweet the earth I leave

Days of Quarantine

 We are exploring the connections between numbers:

121 new cases today,

512,701 infected,

50,000 died,

14 days of contagion,

4 weeks of quarantine.

We distance ourselves

from each other,

try to disconnect from the numbers,

prevent them from defining who we are -

from becoming our destiny.