Grab it and whisper.

Grab it and whisper.


The foolish bard drinks merrily the poison of desire.

No recollection of a future.

No marriage to impress.

No children who’d enquire.

My walked paths held holed shoes in my souls truth.

The whole truth walked in the souls earth.

What is this coat worth?

To grab it and whisper. “I’m sorry I kissed her”

Now you’ll claim die on the twitch of an eye on what else would I lie?

You’ll not trust as much as I said as such and now it’s just dust.

Goodbye to your touch.

For all that I had and all that I loved I wish I’d held on for the greater good.

Here take it – take my blood.

© G.P Williamson 2018


All you cannot find

All you cannot find


A magical inclination a touch of broken glass.
The thick red bloodied finger.
A pain that will not last.

The salty taste of poison in the pipes that are your veins.
The runaway discretions like a thousand midnight trains.
The howling sound of wolves in the crazy pitch dark night.
When your heart begins a thumping and you fear you’ll be alright.

When you reach out behind you and look around to see,
A creepy silhouette that you soon realize is me.

Don’t be too concerned at all you cannot find.
I’m simply make believe.
I’m every fear within your mind.

Copyright G.P Williamson 2014