Wednesday, July 18, 2018

So long ago

out for dinner
over a flame
they reach for something
new to say

other than the kids
anything at all
but not what they did
but what
they have to do

broken hopes
wrapped in dead dreams
and holy promises
way back when…

when their hearts
ached with urges
of young love
and dizzying desire

© Harry Rout 2018

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

From my pedestal

there are no heroes
on the frontline
only dreams of bravery
that we tell when
times are going bad

my weapons of injustice
cause much suffering
but I feel comfortable
in my lounge room
while the television
tells me what to think

changing channels…

gogglebox lowers my IQ

and for a brief moment
all the bullshit turns
to fucking fairy floss

while the car ads
make me want to
learn to drive

but I won’t

© Harry Rout 2018

Wednesday, July 4, 2018

Cello music and coffee

love and hate
we ponder
the human fate

war and peace
we consider
better possibilities

birth and death
and all the lives
that pass away

all the promises
our hearts bleed
from time to time

between it all
we drag our souls
with our longings
long forgotten

© Harry Rout 2018