Life is Short

 

 

Life is short (1)

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Waves

I look for comfort in billowing spume.

Thunderous. Luminous. Vicious.

Circular motion then thundering roar

That’s where my heart can soar.

That body. That body.

That mass. Oh my.

I can barely hear the seagulls cry.

I seek comfort in it’s swishy gurgle

Its undulating moves.

Its undertow , high and low. 

I can ride this beast 

But can never conquer it’s swell.

Oh well.

I’m driftwood . 

Bobbing. Bobbing. Babbling.

Rushing to shore. Rushing to shore.

Then poof….. No more. 

No more me. 

Only soft yellow sands

Formed from a million things that were once tough as rock.

But are now full of footprints.

(C) Slumpless 

Malongering

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My sad eye is pressed up against the wall

I heard the nightingale’s silent call

Out there everything shimmers

You  in the middle of a lake that glimmers

Flora and fauna and mossy roads

Faeries and pixies and croaking toads.

Water spouting out your finger

A thousand reasons to let me linger

Staring out at your bright world

Ignoring the fact that I’m being absurd.

Is it better to have a crack

Or does it just highlight what I lack?

(c) Slumpless

Wash-up!

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Just do the washing-up already

Pick the clothes up from the floor

Write that book you’ve been talking about

Paint that peeling door.

Just go for a relaxing walk

Sit and read a book

Cook that cake you wanted to

Give that film a look.

This is what my brain says

Day after day after day

But my soul just wants to sit here

And the world to go  away.

(c) Slumpless

 

 

It’s not you . It’s me. It’s anybody.

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I’m warning you now.

Don’t let me do it.

Don’t let me fall for you.

You say you want casual.

But this talent I lack.

I never stay on track.

I freewheel and lose the road.

Heavy load. Heavy load.

Once you’re in. You’re in in.

That’s it , I’m done.

It’s no fun

Not for me.

Not for you.

This need, this desire

Will last longer than you’ll think it should

You’ll be surprised

‘ Am I really that good?’

That’s what you’ll wonder

As I’m torn asunder.

But if it’s any consolation

You’re not.

You’re nothing special

No magic power.

You’re a character in a play

And it’s the play . The story.

You’re just the understudy.

But I will always stick to this script.

(c) Slumpless

 

Pickle

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Oh pickled longing

I had put you on the shelf

Was hoping you would taste better

When the acerbic nature of life was absorbed by you.

You only grew stronger. More flavor formed.

I won’t get very far

With my want locked in a jar.

(c) Slumpless