Softly ruffled; her voice
breaking like equatorial tide
against my ear, my love
Tentatively closing on a body
quietly shivering (not with cold)
Wracked and closing loudly
as her breath hums tunes known well
the end is close, I’ve loved
All the while I listen for her
words pour out like treacle
my mind is alive with her games.
The talk of the town
was you stuck in the right life!
stuck with a light wife.
This was your choice
finding your voice,
we tried to advise
but we lost the right voice.
The most important thing is to have a clear vision
said a blind man
No said a short woman
the most important thing is to aspire to be higher
I disagree said a disagreeably large lad –
if you are thin you are happy
Or if one can hear,
signed the deaf.
How can you not elect freedom of movement,
a prisoner whispered
And freedom of thought,
wrote a secretive girl
(from an undisclosed address)
On the other hand, enquired a gay guy –
acceptance is highly important to happiness,
Or maybe ones individuality brings joy
nodded a follower from amongst a crowd!
Happiness beams from the pages of books
contested an illiterate sexagenarian.
From the love of cherished offspring –
sang a barren couple
From the voices of angels,
growled coarse throated smokers.
No! Please understand that happiness belongs to Men!
Gushed a feminist.
To the well-endowed
whispered a small fellow.
Surely the happiness you seek lies in the warmth of community –
hollered the lonely crofter
from an isolated mountain croft…
There’s always a reason,
a question or tease
to ignite every hour as it flies…
Happy hum – bright smile,
Knowing your peace through what may turn out lies.
Tremors of confusion wrack your mind
And you’re too bonkers lost to think in time
So taking your own misery
Too seriously to grin
The laps of speedy craziness
Spiral around then in
Other peoples’ screams of joy seep
Through a split ‘tween glass and wood
Where in your house
The echoes of this delight
Bounce round your ears
And shake them good
But it’s not happiness you gleen from this
As sour grit grinds your grinding teeth
Even as the rest of town
Erupts, lost in excitement,
The tears that smear your moribund cheeks
Are not loose with relief
Oh poisoned mind
Dumb angry blind
For another swift day
Why waste these thoughts
Why curse your time
Live your way.