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First Day Of Summer

The first day of summer

And the skies of blue

And clouds of white,

The sunny days

And balmy nights

Are somewhere else.

It’s raining.

A Cactus

Love is like a cactus plant

A thing of beauty

That will hurt you

If you get too close.

Someone I Didn’t Really Know Died

Someone I didn’t really know died

And I feel affected

In a way I didn’t expect.

We spoke a couple of years ago

At a party.

We got on really well,

Made each other laugh,

Found common ground,

Though I can’t remember

What we actually said.

It was the feeling I recall.

I felt happy that we’d spoken.

I think he felt happy too.

Our paths didn’t cross

After that day

So we didn’t get the chance

To know each other

Any better.

What’s strange now

Is the deep feeling of regret

That has settled on me,

Regret at not knowing

Someone I didn’t really know

A little more.

He had been

A friend of a friend

Up to then.

I’d like to think

He was a friend of mine

At the end.

A Nightmare

Pure black darkness.
A complete absence of light.
An incomplete silence.
Is moving.
I can hear a smoothing sound
Like a hand sliding along a wall.
I can see
The sound surrounds me now
Seems near and far at once.
Is it in me?
Is the sound from within me?
I am warm.
Sweat trickles from my armpit
Runs down my neck,
A tickle, uncomfortable,
Making my skin quiver.
Am I naked?
I push my foot forward,
Sliding along, not stepping
Not knowing where I am
What is around me.
I reach forward, both hands,
Extended fingers grasping
For something
Finding nothing
That I want to find.
There is a smell,
Sweet, strong,
I can almost taste it.
My mouth dries
I swallow nothing.
I feel the flesh on my back
Crawling like a living thing.
I move forward again.
There is nothing in the air.
Just that sibilance,
That sliding, slithering shush.
Is it me?
Then the slithering stops.
There is no sound.
Pure silence.
And then the darkness
Reaches out
And touches me.

We Are Become A Horde

We are become a horde.
We are too many.
We are demons,
A curse on this planet.
This world cannot sustain
The weight of us.
Nothing can withstand us.
Our sheer numbers
Overwhelm everything, everywhere.
All are crushed by our feet,
Sixteen billion soles,
Trampling over all the world
And all that’s in it.
Nothing stands in our way.
We cannot even stop
We are the problem.
We know it’s us,
But none of us,
Not one of us,
Knows how to stop our seed
From being spread
Like pernicious weeds
That choke all things to death.
The holy men
Since ancient times
Have urged us all
To make more of ourselves.
A dirty trick.
Make more of us
Than heathen men
Whoever they may be
And we will win
Through weight of numbers
And god will let you in.
The heathen men
Heard much the same,
And the human race
We need to make not more but less
We ought to pray for doom.
Come friendly germs
And fall on us
Please let it happen soon.
It won’t.
We won’t stop.
We’ll leave it to some other,
Or put it off,
Leave it to the future,
To wheneverland.
Like Neverland, a fiction.
The eco-warriors
Fight the good fight
But it’s a war they cannot win
The only solution
Is utter destruction
Of all our kith and kin.
I give up.
The urge to procreate
The will to make life
Is the thing that will kill us all
In the end.

Some People

Some people
Just sometimes,
They just get to you.
Some people,
They just have
A bad attitude,
A wrong way of being,
A way that winds you up
And some of them know it.
Why are they like that?
What does someone get
From making someone else
Unhappy angry mad?
They just suck the life out of you,
These people,
Leave you feeling like it’s you,
It’s something you’ve done.
But it isn’t.
You’re not like that.
You’re better than that.
You’re better than them.