wouldnt it be nice

not to have the disadvantage of old hurts

in the way of a conversation

to celebrate the greats

without preempting their downfall

to bank on positive images

as credible representations of the truth

to trust the applauding crowd

like it would catch you at the let down

to meet diverse experience

with confidence to bridge the divide

to consistently tease out silver linings

weaving foundations for a kinder world

today, heroes cry

drowning screams in drinks

chomping on grief like ice chips

circling past the slain dragon

hack off its head

mount it on the wall

to haunt his nightmares

stab the beast again

for good measure

long sought recovery is lost

in war replays

when swaddled in calm

tiny fists throw punches

move the furniture about

striping wall paper

knock down a wall or two

oh was that load bearing?

call in demolition crew

let it all fall into a sink hole

relocation, relocation, relocation

same changes always

new powers unlocked

secret doors revealed

universe seldom in stasis

isnt it exciting

mountains dance

seas part

saunter on down

watch perplexed sharks

in crystal curtains

mind flapping in the breeze

hot tingling fingers

itching to sink

into loving goo

to mould plenty new

not to consume

emptiness in ears

naked nature before eyes

no clock aimed at head

chores put on ice

productivity be damned

leisurely wanderings began

so deep in the water

forget the cling film

time reversed on my skin

as I go further

steer away from shallow

my cup is fuller

genuinity fills a tyre

bursting afloat

calling energies back

to glorify their origin

vacuum filled

less the false idols

bring out the alabaster

head dripping in anointing oil

crown this mode

these legs have places to be

quickly up the hill

they scurry

possessed by a wilful spirit

unbound from a restless mind

beaming keep-alives to the mother ship

The strength I muster

I use to obscure this weakness

running from a monster

stalking every moment

melancholy casts a long shadow

celebration turns to doubt

anxiety filled pauses at the altar

crowds witness a future implode

good vibes lambasted to smithereens

for God’s sake, someone please

put up a screen

cart away this limp day

put off autopsy

for this dog’s day

walk it off, kid

looking up at a sky full of stars

does one star question if it‘s real

when its alone

does it define itself by other stars

does the comfort of company

give it more gas to burn

and blaze brighter

does competition

fuel it with motivation

does the earned admiration

keep it sated

does it see itself reflected in another

does the collective provide purpose

a sense of belonging

is it’s personality

a collection of learned behaviours

from others

is the common wavelength

it’s only habitat

and if so what to do if

it finds itself outside of it

adaptation is survival

but does it feel sacrilegious?

what makes a star this star

and not that star

a mix of who it‘s been,

where it’s been

where it’s headed

who it shall be