at all

the truth of it, is not
what it seems, this lot
of which i, we, bear witness, cannot
be sufficient to
describe this
moment, that
you
are unable to
appreciate, for
this is mine
my own
unique
experience
implicitly discrete
in no time
without the space to be
yet, here
with me
inside
outside
perhaps
no side
at
all
 
©2011 Hey Hey

The Walk

The walk
Down wake street today
Was cold as ice
With few words to talk
But plenty to pay
Most not too nice

The walk
Down dark street this eve
Was far from starry bliss
Those flashing lights for squawk
And dancers to believe
Or taking the piss

The walk
Down dream street tonight
Was favour in guise
At last gone the gawk
Disappeared the plight
No dealing with lies

The walk
Down life street this ever
Was making the choice
Avoiding the hawk
Circumventing the never
Stifling the voice

©2011 Hey Hey