Each day I weigh the moon
From a balcony chair with beer in hand
Gravity seems to not work after so many glasses
After so many years
Why does it not fall? That moon
Is it the magic that drunkardness brings?
All things are different in a sot’s eye
It’s a shame there is no proof
But
I swear the moon fell tonight
On me
He is a liar of no malice
Tall story teller
Maker of his own feel good
Why
Life’s like that
Better to believe something if nothing exists
In a dull life
The wonderful I was when I wasn’t
The greatest I did when I didn’t
The achievements that were not
The places I never went but did
Age allows the pendulum to swing your way
Who the fuck remembers truth
Back then
He ages
The storyteller
Circa a million days ago
Around the campfire
At the bar
The company function
An available ear
He did it all
A good story is always a great story is always a great lie
Get on for the ride
Then ask yourself
What will they remember you for when you die?
Feelings within us all
We are failing ourselves
Only ourselves
Expectations over the moon
It’s simple
It’s hard
Its reality
Friends go missing
When you need them most
Rationality out the door
We fail
We imagine all the disasters of facing up
To
The embarrassment
Of non acceptance
Our split second demise
Our worst decision ever
We kill ourselves
Why
Why not
A crazy little thing called love
That’s why
That’s why not
Everyday I love you
More
Despite differences
Angst wonders
And
Pain
Fears of failure
Scare me not
This is us
Today you are my love
Tomorrow we are a guessing game
Or
We are sensational
Ruling the world together
On
Our magic carpet ride
To who knows where?
When I am Gone
All you can do is remember me
It’s not your fault I am gone before you
Death will get us all
The hardest thing about death
Is life
Not knowing your turn or where you are in the queue
Who will outlast you?
Who will be at my funeral?
Should they choose me worthy?
Not all of course will make it
But I shan’t care at all
The comfort of a painless body
A well healed heart
And
A less stressed man will lie in peace
On earth was hard
Under it will be easy
I’ll think no more of the next day
That will be your job
Each of you
For I am gone the future is yours
Remember
In my photos we still live together
In film and video we acted our parts
In music we reminisced
And in life we loved
In death I await you so that we can love again
And wreak havoc
Some dude approached
Drunk and belligerent
Representative of our government’s ability
To control law and order
He was nice enough I thought
Until he pulled the knife
Only need a few bucks he mumbled
Don’t really want to cut you man
Your knife is plastic I said
Do you have the fork that goes with it?
You’re a smartarse he said
Waving a flash of white serrations before my eyes
Take it easy buddy I said
How much would you like?
Twenty, fifty maybe, will that do
Can I write you a cheque?
Do you know John Brumby he said?
He’s a mate of mine
Lets me do anything on these streets
Be careful dude or I will blade you
Sorry mate I said never knew Brumby was your mate
Now I am really scared
That’s a lot of back up pal
Will a hundred help, two hundred maybe
Second thoughts mate
Take what you like
When the state backs you up
You have every right to accost me
When your world is broken
You’re feeling so alone
Reach out your hand I’ll come to you
For I am known
I will heal you from all pain
When you walk my endless road
Saving you from despair and sorrow
Taking the load
I will comfort you in times of loss
Be there always by your side
Looking ever hopeful into your eyes
My love will never hide
I will follow you anywhere
It’s just what I do
I am your loving and loyal pet dog
Forever pleasing you
Clouds have moved into my life
Suddenly
And
As black skies threaten
I am ill prepared for the storm ahead
I crave the sunshine
Again
Reminiscing barely gets me through
When I miss her
And
Her sensibility
Her sheer love of a man
Her glorious power over me
I look for the sun
Through closed windows
I look for the smiles
From me in my own mirror
They are gone
I’m looking for the sun
Of an era gone
When I was touched by an angel
Is my love for this place at an end?
Whilst others think I’m doin’ fine?
Issues unresolved an old man moving on
Comments about generations apart
You are sixty soon
Biggest deal in my life so far
I made it
Thanks for reminding me
I’ll try and remember to remind myself
If only that would please
You young bastards
I do not remember that – they will say
When I regale about past years
Getting old is a crime of storytelling
Apparently
Lest youthful interest be of profit
And I feel sad for what these young Turks will miss
Driven is a bad reason to ignore knowledge
Father, oh father if only you had regaled like me
I would understand you
Will come the cry
The spoken word, the written word a treasure of time
And where am I placed now
At the end of my line with ignorant youth it’s something I ponder
Oft