painted lady

constant c

is speed of light

sun to earth

8-minute flight

mystery is

speed of time

a day never ends

a year rushes by

voice mail

a call, the warmth 

of a voice, a quickie

an instant surge 

that dies with a clickie

a letter, it can be read, 

savoured at leisure, 

then re-read 

for renewed pleasure.

us = them

we were young once

trust reposed in instinct

bliss being ourselves

individual, distinct

we've worked hard now

seduced by success

we've become them, and how

high priests of excess

then we made art

now we make money

'tis the curse of ageing

cloudy skies sunny, blue

the end you're in

fleeting 

glance

furtive 

touch

stolen 

kiss

covert txt

illict tryst

fragrant

sweat

sharpening

breath

pangs of death

and they died happily ever after

seething

glance

clumsy

touch

swarthy 

kiss

no pretext

short'n'swift

boiling

sweating

panting

plain out of 

breath

and they lived happily ever after 

enjoy the end you're in 

enjoy the enduring

Short Story

let me die living today
tomorrow's an illusion

they killed me

Johan Cruyff r.i.p.

(divine paradox)

a lifetime

of deeds

forever sublime

but only death

bestows 

immortality