The Yard

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Heavy, satin air rustles gilt, silky stars above my landlocked heart.

In the thickness of the night I feel bold and in control, the brief commander of my soul.

My courage pulled by counter lever, weighted by the moon.

The safety of the ground beneath wipes the slate clean, I lie back and breath.

The north wind brings new memories, there are fractions of orange crabs scattered along the beach if you walk with me.

I was wed with synchronicities.


As the light slips in, pale and thin and blue,

When the bold heat has passed, hammering another plane,

And the birds begin to sing, of regrets and other things,

A sadness in me grows as if blossomed by their song.

We were infinite possibilities, limitless in routine.

Faded by the grey I stand mute and tied by actions, anchored in the fray.

Still chasing peace.

So I think of you at dawn and absorb my own catastrophe.
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15 Ways To Leave Your Lover ….

If you have been embroiled in a love malais this may help you. Once an admirer of la doleur esquise, I am now jaded by it. As a sage fishwife once said to me “all this romantic melancholy is well and good, but it doesn’t butter the parsnips.”

This how to leave, taking pain in your stride and butter those parsnips …

Marilyn monroe once said “A wise girl kisses but doesn’t love, listens but doesn’t believe, and leaves before she is left.”

Man or woman, if you failed on the first two counts make sure you don’t on the last. Even the smart can be fooled a couple of times, but only the stupid wouldn’t notice the pattern. The leopard doesn’t change its spots.

When faced with someone who only wants you to have done wrong, you can do nothing right ...

Let them satisfy their martyr complex with false injustice. No point crying over milk you never spilt.

Don’t make a scene …

If ‘The Pocket Oracle and Art Of Prudence’ has tought me anything. You gain nothing from retaliation. The dessimation of a love should not be witnessed by the rabble. When guoded, hold your tongue, for it can be ferocious. Keep it clean to lick your wounds later.

Wear a hamzat suit …

To protect yourself from the fallout.

Treat them mean, keep them keen …

… Works a a couple of times times. Beware the game of cat and mouse. Triumph is not synonymous with power.

“It’s not you, it’s me.”

If it’s never been you, at least this time it is.

Midnight break up and a dawn raid …

If for whatever reason you’ve had to leave someone you still loved, do it late and have something to distract you, the loneliness of walking the dark streets home is sweetly complimented by a battering ram through the door at 5am. 15 armed police officers should distract you from the pain, momentarily.

Dutch courage …

… Is sometimes necessary. Have a pancake, sorry whiskey, calm your nerves and say what you have to say. Don’t have too many or you will say too much.

If struggling to do what you know is best for you and what everyone else seems to know is best for you (run for the hills and never turn back) …

Think again of all they have done, and then of all they are not telling you.

Mirror, signal, maneuver …

Mirror …. Do exactly the opposite of those who’ve had their heart broken.
Signal …. People playing games always have a tell, observe the signs, they aren’t indicating anywhere pretty.
Maneuver … Now turn around and put your foot down.

Get an addiction …

The easy way out. Drink’s a good one, it’s the most social but heroin is probably the most effective. You don’t even have to leave to not really be there.

If it’s as simple as you just want out  …

Don’t make it someone else’s fault if it’s not. Don’t pick holes in someone and chip away at them to dig your own way out.

Do to others as you would have done to yourself …

Force yourself to be empathetic at your most enraged. Put yourself in their shoes; if you could not forgive yourself and still think they have truly sinned, let all hell brake lose.

Hold on tightly to hope …

… There is a lot you will have to let go.

Don’t spend your life sewing a shadow on Peter Pan …

…He never grew up, and she died alone.

Close the door, raise your head and feel the breeze. It might hurt, but it’s still beating.