It was.

:jig:

:) I like what you did there. Too funny.

Thanks guys!

Spinning out time
As if there is enough of it to go round.
Wasting grey matter
As if it could grow back.
Waiting for the final thud
Of the heart
That has been sorely tried.

Cancerous untruths
Poison droplet in the well
Lie metastasis

All These Bitter Years
 

All these bitter years
have been a respite
from the simple minded
times of my youth
knowledge is power
so they say
so then
I stand
a bitter god
amongst men

Brilliant.

Another Stupid Poem (first draft)
 

I’m here, I never knew how long
The road would be, how sweet
And sour, how terrible the times
Would end, how sere the heat

The times are hard, the times are sweet,
The times are rotting meat
There is no way to tell
When focus shifts to soft delete

So much of life
Should stay inside
A private file, complete

So many things too painful to
Allow to breathe, too fleet
To render judgment would be
Pain that cannot bear its heat

The road goes on, I follow
Face averted, no relief.

The subway stinks its endless muck
The station smells like sweat
The passing of humanity
Does not provide us yet

The wisdom we remain to seek
The endless pain a threat
The road goes on, we follow
Faces downcast, still bereft.

God, Ortho, that's brilliant.

It should be entitled 'With apologies to Leonard Cohen'.

Seems I only write when I've had a few glasses of wine. The rest of the time, I'm too depressed.

I'll Drop In Sometime

You won't see me.
I hang on my barbed wire web
As you lie in bed, again.

But I'll fall like a bloated spider
And bite your poisoned tongue
Until it turns to ashes in your mouth.

You won't pour your voice like olive oil into another ear,
Dislodging things people don't know they're giving you,
Feeding on them until you become their habit.

I like this one.

Very good.

Nature fashioned this dome.
This great hall of of bone.
To keep something silly and soft
Mighty and aloft
So safe.

But if inside there's disease.
Mental maggots and fleas,
Then all nature's devising
Just needs excising
Such waste.

(and such terrible poetry proves my point!)