The Normal Grown-Up

I stayed on that path That ran east as the sun set And ran east at dawn.

We fight; I get sick, Say ‘doctor, is it fatal?’ She says it’s normal. 12.11.16

Old men and babies The gravid, and lunchtime drunks Nap before evening.  23.3.2008

Oil for the quiet wheel In amongst a thousand squeaks This one’s stopped turning.  8.4.2005

Giants to them, we were Knew our deeper voices; called Big hands to cradle.  17.5.15

…what new hell this is All of our own creation! Others see heaven.  I hate washing up! And scrub and hate, hate and scrub Nothing’s broken, yet… You sometimes look like You know what the point is; I Wish you could tell us.   Can’t help feeling I’d Be better off without me But not […]