Uncertainty is stalking me today,
a bored, dilettante vigilante
with nothing else to do but taunt and tease,
provoked - of course - by too much wine and cheese,
by those dark, dusted truffles with coffee,
and recollections of rumours of change
buried deep in last night's conversations
around the oh-so-familiar stretch
of that dark, cherry wood dining table.
He has loosed the worry rats of mischief
to bite and chew and spit, nibbling away
at the bones of my insecurities
by prompting me to wonder what it was
I said that prompted you to hollow smiles
and a quietly distant sympathy,
that made you click your tongue and roll your eyes,
and remark on my incapacity
for coping with life’s shifting melodies.
He will be constant company today,
an oddball in the crowds, two steps behind,
a dangerous chancer waiting to strike,
to slip an invisible blade between
my ribs, paring back the flesh of all those
sureties we hope will be our cushion,
despite the steady grind of time - we who
are careless with our friends and can't resist
the sweet allure of whim and whimsy.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Fragments And Reflections
PoesiaPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
