No is a complete sentence.

Sometimes saying more, lessens your position.

Hold firm in the face of opposition.

I'm Sorry

I used to say I’d miss you every day,

I used to say I didn’t know how I’d go on,

I didn’t think I would ever breathe again,

the ache was debilitating and real.

But then more life just happened, just like that,

and like a lot of water rushing in to fill empty spaces,

it washed the sadness and grief away, and

even though I never expected it to happen, I lived, 

and even though everything in my life is different,

everything in my life is now different and new,

without you in it, I would never have dreamed that. 

I never dreamed of this happening to me, but

it did, and I’m sorry my life now

doesn’t look like you.

Thoughts on Charlie Kirk

Charlie Kirk

what a jerk,

peddling in myths

rather than truths.

I say he’d look better

in his undies and a shirt,

than a satin lined box

and a cross.

He was a strapping boy,

with not a bad head,

but someone took exception to his words

and shot him dead.

Shit happens,

as has been said.

Poor Charlie,

barely 30,

imagine the damage he could have done,

if someone hadn’t taken to him with a gun.

Not that I am saying that,

it would only cause armed combat,

if one side takes up arms,

the other side would do the same.

And where would that take us,

somewhere whack,

from where we’d not come back.

No, I don’t want that.

I wanted Charlie to live to see,

a black, transgender, lesbian president, 

being beloved as widely evident.

And the son he was yet to have,

kissing his husband deeply in love.

Gun Violence USA

There is really only one way 

to fix gun violence in America.

Give everyone a gun!

You get a gun!

And you get a gun!

And you get a gun!

And you get a gun!

And you get a gun!

And you get a gun!

And you get a gun!

And you get a gun…

Dangerous

A person who is comfortable being alone,

is a dangerous person.

If you disrespect them,

they will walk away.

If you overstep their boundaries,

they will cut you off.

If you try to manipulate them, or threaten to leave them,

they will hold the door open for you.

If you betray them,

they will leave you without looking back.

Because they don’t need you in their life,

they choose to let you be in it.

And that makes them,

the most dangerous person you will ever know.

These aren't entirely my own words, but I liked them, so they are my version of what someone else said

America Today

America Today,

what can we say?

Donald Trump is the living embodiment

of the fact that karma has no sway.

Because, when you are a piece of shit,

you’d think it, would have some say,

but he keeps getting away with really awful things,

so, the answer is pretty clearly nay.

Too terrible for words,

the fact that so many people voted for him is absurd,

proving that the master con man can fool some of the people all of the time.

We hold our breath for the time America is cured.

A man who constantly pedals in alternative facts,

and that’s the nicest thing I can say about that.

Who only ever has his own interests in mind?

Never mind the country has been elected to run.

He imposed tariffs on everyone,

claiming other counties had bought the US undone.

And now he wants to get deals done,

but the American people don’t seem to understand.

That means deals for his own personal funds.

A personal gift of a golf course in Vietnam,

The Nobel Peace Prize as a part of the scam,

If he has to destroy US citizens, he knows he can

My Long Over Due CD and the Meth Head

My dog barked.

He barks when he hears the front gate.

I was waiting for my new CD to arrive.

It was all kinds of overdue.

I opened the front door to see a chick standing there,

reaching up to my electricity metre.

What are you doing? I asked.

Re-setting your metre, she replied.

Why? I asked.

For testing, she said.

I wondered what that meant, testing,

as she turned and left through the front gate.

I caught sight of what she had in her hands,

a package, and old letters.

A red and yellow envelope?

That package looked like what my CD would come in.

Why was the skin on her face so blotchy?

Was she the homeless chick from the squat over Gertrude Street?

I’d watched her smoke her glass pipe, when walking my dogs,

hardly concealing what she was doing from those who could see.

I put on shoes and walked up Gertrude Street,

there she was standing over her dirty bedding.

I watched her like a spy, from across the road.

She headed down the next side street and fiddle with the nun’s electricity metre.

After an inordinate amount of time, when I feared for the sisters, 

I saw her go, to the next house, and the next house, and the next house.

I crossed Gertrude Street like a secret agent,

I went through her dirty bedding, duvet, sheets, blankets.

There were letters from all sorts of local addresses,

made me think she had my package, even if I couldn’t see it.

I called the non-emergency police line.

After I explained what she was doing, they patched me through to the emergency line.

The police asked if I thought the person was on drugs?

The police told me not to approach her, and to stay safe.

After much explaining, which the police seemed to find hard to follow,

they said they would send a car.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I put my shoes back on and headed out again.

The first thing I saw was a police car, turning up the wrong street.

I headed off to find her, and there she was,

in the next street, fiddling with electricity metres on the houses there.

Oh, what can you do, I thought?

And I went home and closed the door.

I told myself, that she was probably so juiced up at those electricity metres,

that she thought she was flying The Enterprise, or saving the world from immanent destruction.

I have walked past since, and seen her always comfortably asleep in her dirty bed,

there in front of the closed down aboriginal gym.

I have scoured her squat for the red and yellow tell tale signs,

of postal packaging, each time I have walked past, but none has ever been visible.

Each time I have regretted not doing a more thorough search for my CD,

convinced she had it, and had pawned it for meth.

Today, my long lost CD finally arrived, many days overdue,

My dog barked when the postie rang my door bell.

I was walking up Gertrude Street in the afternoon, and the homeless chick

was awake in her bed, she looked at me and smiled, and I smiled back.