Desperate Verse

I'm a lazy arse

Can't be fagged to put it in verse

A gentle soul is a curse,

I'll be a poet soon

You know, when I choose

Went I grab the inspiration,

Part revelation, part blues,

I’ll scribble it down for you

Capture it, with a lasso,

The butterfly net of my mind,

But it is a grind, to make it good

And get it to you, dished up refined

Ten Years

My best friend

You have been dead

for ten years, and

life has moved on,

and I was strong,

Which seemed wrong,

somehow.

And now

I feel so far

Away from you.

And the cheeky smile

On your face

has faded

from my view,

even when I close my eyes

I can barely see you.