Log

Things end at the end of six
Things gone are born again in seven
Seven, begins – nothing has changed
Yet times have changed
Times have changed,
As have things

Landed, floored, marked, seconded
Booked, sectioned
Running late, on the way
Forgive
Forgiven

Existentialism is
Existentialism is all about is
ness
Existentialism is not excreta
Existentialism is,
Et cetera
Existentialism is all of everything
That is

Spunky groupies
In goaties, styles of talking
And choice of words –
Spunky, new, groupies, not so
A word a day
Can keep you all away

High school parties, wealth of
Nations
Heh, feel good!

Oh not to forget lips
Black

Things have changed
So have the times

Cleansed doors of perception
Bottom(s) up approach
To the singer or the song
Leather pants

Choice of clichéd words
Subconscious

Stories, ambitions, ten years from
Now, then, past twenty years hence
Forward from now
Stories, sorrow, “where did I go wrong?”
No, not you, not me, it’s just me
Spoon feed not sorrow, encrypt it
Encapsulate in husk – difficult to reach
Do not spoon feed sorrow,
I repeat

Times have changed
So have things

And then soon,
Happy Birthday.