time proceeds

 

 

 

                                time proceeds

                                when young I wrote and searched
                                now I am 51 and I write and sit

                                have I got anywhere
                                have I wasted my life

                                I have not published
                                I have not attained success in life

                                but on the way
                                I have touched peoples’ lives

                                with my words and references
                                not publishing not recognition

                                is this not magnificent
                                the invisible friend the sower

 

 

 

giving wormhole: Struck

 

splish splash squelch

 

 

 

                                              my day to day experience
                                              the texture of this-is-all-it-is
                                              rough budged bodged as it is
                                              just dance around within it
                                              splish splash squelch
 

 

 

dancing wormhole: this whale

 

the bottom line

 

 

 

                                     the reality is that everything is futile pointless
                                     un-connected-up disappointing all of it
                                     the tapestry of what is this is not all
                                     my failure but the bottom line
                                     of my reality not what I
                                     think it should have
                                     been because of
                                     my efforts
                                     but what
                                     it is by
                                     itself