Wedi gweld mewn mannau eraill a'i dychwelyd hyd eto yma

DEAR DAVE

We are born,

we live,

we die,

we hope for life beyond that

expecting something

maybe a glorious

becoming

from an end that marks a new beginning.

Fuck me

What is this within

if not one moment

heaven

and the next

hell

ever depending on the thoughts

on which I dwell.

I do not care what flies

on the morrows wings

for I have no promise of being here

for the seeing the thing.

I just took a breath,

but am not promised another.

Mother spread her legs

and

out came I,

yet here still.

There is nowhere

calling me to later

beyond the breath I take

now,

this moment.

This is life, it gets no better.

                                                                        © M Durfee
                                                                          3.18.2015


I have a childhood friend who is ever on my ass to move, to get out of this city, maybe this explanation will serve, maybe not, but I am as I am and I am not deceived by what my eyes see.

KNOWING WHO I AM

LOSING HOPE

I daily lose a little

Change, desire, love.

The shirt ripped from my torso.

Memories are murdered.

Torn from my bared chest.

There is only now.
Yesterday is gone.

Tomorrow may never come.
Today is a curse of loss.

© M Durfee

1.22.2015