this mess

so you caught this conversation, eh
but let me point out, there’s no way
you’ll understand
the underhand
comments about the way I deal with friends
it’s well known that I go to the ends
of the earth to protect the feelings and wellbeing
of loved ones, it’s here for the seeing

but I digress …
let me explain more about this mess
as you’ll see, I’m always very busy, lots to do
no time to waste on this or that, or … you
well, unless what you have to say is relevant … to me
I don’t mean to imply that I’m more important than …
uhm, you can
see my predicament
it’s no accident
that talented people have full lives
no time for their wives
the world, by design and by preference
almost always makes reference
to success
fitness
the ability to achieve something
to bring
advantages and benefits
actually, what befits
the leading class
(not the mass
who waste their time
commit the crime
do their best
to request, protest, contest, detest)
is to rule
hence, public school

but I digress …
what a mess …
so you caught this conversation, eh
please … help me find a way


©2008 Hey Hey

crimson bordeaux

so this is it, a sunset the colour of crimson bordeaux
here’s real blood in a glass though
under a sky to raise tears of life in the dead
perhaps the night will stall instead
of course it will rain, washing the memories away
yesterdays and especially today

as you drink to me, what do you know of the times
that passed by your windows, love in so many rhymes
some spoken, most secret, all unbearable
attempting to reconcile, but never repairable
(not relationships but communication)
still drifting through the ether, the frustration

sometimes, it just happens inside
although exasperating, the preference is to hide
looking to the stars could not compensate
rather, turning would better articulate
taking a sip and wondering who will ever know
and so this is it, a sunset the colour of crimson bordeaux

©2008 Hey Hey

so smoothly

so smoothly, the decadent clouds
engulfed the residuum with shrouds
taking the day’s life as slowly as unconscious time
by grey power and no thought of love or crime
conveying a deceptively gentle breeze
to encapsulate the night with cold, such ease
a mastery, through stone and creatures
ages, the come and gone, without teachers
as sure as lightness will succumb to dark
and forever is the nightmare walk in the park
the day has gone, lost in an aching memory
perhaps a dream, more likely illusory

the grand plan, exhibited across the sky, revolves
and time, with you, put rightly in its place, dissolves

©2008 Hey Hey

The very first time

A late afternoon dream gave way.
Love looked over, but i couldn’t stay
for, coincidently
i had nothing in particular to do, yet urgently.
The dim storm light decided the mood
and the nature of these days was to brood.

With the flickering frames, the evening came as quickly
as the wasted day had passed, bringing air so sickly
and dull.
Could it be that life was this full?
Then unexpectedly they entered with a clock chime
and he smiled for the very first time.

©2008 Hey Hey

coalesce

this is the same as it always was
to sit, to try to wonder why, because
we were made to coalesce,
and when we did, became this mess
entangled in a quantum affair
me over here, you over there
listening, but just passing through
as though the words were far too true
seeing, yet looking past
the image small but much too vast

so this is love, a leaning tower
the sweetness of, or bitter, sour
precarious but is resolved
pure sexual yet so unsolved
fragility of cosmic scale
still, stars and strings begin to pale
for dreams become reality
and every possibility
when caught, those eyes in transient glance
to take that kiss would all, perchance

©2008 Hey Hey