Our Days
What you pay attention to will define – for you – what reality is
Oliver Burkeman
Where are our happy days
of other things – where do
alternatives rise from? An
ease – now – into ageing &
a riling disease – down – to
seaside retreats & starings
for a seventh wave – We’ll
be warmed by aulder time
lived for love – but would I
think that is enough as my
blanket rubs my ankles? A
yob throbs a car’s exhaust
[as it pops a stuttered f-fuck
at us all] – So – am I getting
on? Youth is a fast offence
for us men in our fifties – A
girl goes by – we don’t look
[‘cos now we know not to]
& our kids make us greater
than when we started at [&
that is how we will end up]