10.46 pm
it's raining
i reflect on today's gossip
this backstabbing violence
the same circus
same nonsense
no resolutions
everyone so right
so fucking correct
there is no space behind minds
no flexibility
compromise
no one calls any more
i who am wounded
flounder in your memory
we fought bitterly
and all i can say is
it's a sham
you wouldn't know me
if you saw me on the street
i would be listening
my love, come home
stop my poem
this invincible darkness
i wear for 13 years
hold my dream
alongside our old house
gizmo and buster
the washing machine
making love in the bath
come home strong woman
can i cry at your breast
prick a blackhead
plant tomatoes in your vegie patch
have children together, at last
i must close now
with you in my thought
kissing
yet it is maya
it is delusion
you are free of me
dancing to their colourful song
colourful lights
have your choice
know evil
and good
but this adam will make the decisions from now
to eat the fruit or not
it's the way of things
the way it's done
the time is now 10.57 pm
still raining
