How slow can you breathe
Stretch the time out until
Last night Dave and mo 
were bickering about sweets
And Dave said someday when I’m gone you’ll …
Mo was incredulous
How could you say that? 
Tears brimming in his eyes
At even the thought of
Someday when we’re gone
Breathe a little slower 
Longer
Now me in the middle
A mountain between
Mo and rose 
Both pressed up on either side of me

Shallow breath valley

Deep slumber

Brains growing

To wrap around the loop

Of ebb and flow and ebb

Next Time'll Be Better

 The snake head and tail of loving something

from the point at which it reached you

- thank you for your work - is enough,

and you can say that also,

half-arsedly, to the service 

and police

whenever the cop in your head

shames you,

and priests too, whenever the saint

dislodges the cop, and your idols too,

wholeheartedly, 

eyes shining in 

embarrassed gratitude,

the heart becoming the body,

wherever the stage conveniently 

dislodges the pulpit.

beat me to it

go on

i dare you

what’s stopping you?

afraid?

i mean it

i’m urging you

don’t believe me?

i want you to

i do

i won’t fight back

just this once

i’m begging you

just a little bit

right here

please

i’ll be good

i promise

i do