Like Whatever

Like a bright window in a distant view.
Like watching a bubble burst.
Like a game in which the important part is to keep laughing.
Like when you can’t tie a knot.
Like a stone thrown to skim the lake.
Like the dislikes, jealousies and ambitions.
Like attempting to number the waves on the shore of a limitless sea.
Like talking of what is loved in a dream.
Like the creaking of a door.
Like the fitting of an old glove to a hand.
Like trying to count the number of colours in a candle flame.
Like the sudden impulse of a madman.
Like wasted hours of youth.
Like heart is a full sponge and must weep a little.
Like trying to see air.
Like the wind in a keyhole.
Like a deaf and dumb man wondering what it was all about.
Like the widening of eyes because they stick.
Like trying to catch a shadow.
Like an enthusiast leading an indifferent tourist.
Like bells that waste the moment with their loudness.
Like vaporous shapes half seen.
Like Whatever.

Dream Come Blue

The 22 years have not been so long; it’s the 28 that have.
The history did not repeat itself; it’s the mythology that did.
The hundredth was not to be; it’s the second that was.
The eleven were never enough; it’s the one that was.
The generations are not the same; it’s the calendars that are.
The colour never changed; it’s the blue that did.
The path was never choked; it’s the roads that were.
The shoulders did not matter; it’s the one above them that did.
The cup never counted; it’s the ones who held it that did.
The dreams were never scripted; it’s the one man’s due that was.
The six is not what I will embed; it’s hugging strangers that I will.
The pride is not what we will return; it’s only the world cup that we will.