Playing Dress-Ups

What is it with grown men and costumes?
White peaked hoods
Black cassocks
Epaulettes
Ornate pointy headwear
Sweeping, swooshing robes
with gold and glitz
that make a mockery of vows of poverty
of sackcloth and ashes
Ceremonial tunics
with braiding and sashes
and swords and dashes of brass
and lashes of buttons
that attempt to dress up mass-murder
as a noble career
What is it with grown men and costumes?

Perfect Me

How much longer will my luck run in
Do I have a decade or a day left to begin
to perfect me
I can see where I need to be
because I'm not there yet
far from it

sometimes I think I want to burn the house down

to ashes

maybe the whole suburb

this city

take some dust to the sea

spread it reverently 

start from nothing again

another chance

one more go at this

do a better job

see the potholes, the pitfalls, the horrors

before they take a hold

and warp

the perfect me

that was

Keep Me (a birthday poem)

Your arms that hold me

Your mind that bowls me over

Your smile in profile

Your hands and arms

Your charm

Your humour and honour

And your understanding

All keep me in love with you

Already An Answer

I want to lie with your arms around me as we figure this shit out

or decide it doesn’t really need solving

because

where’s the problem?

there’s not one when we’re together

It’s not a riddle when we’re together

how we fit

is already an answer

and solution

to a jigsaw puzzle of two pieces