Guilty Conscience: A Medley of Poetry

Thief

I’d love to grab those perfect hands
when they are still in the till.
Then I’d snatch them both for me,
till they were soft and numb
with quicksand…

Time Capsule for 2116

If you’re reading this

I hope the world is not in ruins.

If it is, I’m sorry, we tried to stop it.

We were many, they were few.

But they had the money

and their hands on the levers.

Creating The Dream

I have created this dream so big
it’s over my head,
can’t sleep
no loaded rig, 
don’t need that shit no more.
What I really do need,
is to simply speak…