Valentine’s Dilemma

St. Valentine probably

Wouldn’t be happy

With all the non-marital

Intercourse in his honour

Or the dirty cards

And rhymes that people exchange.

I kind of agree with that.

I don’t need an old

Guy who died in 2-6-9

To legitimise my lust.

I can be dirty

On any day of the year.

Pencil Box of Dreams

Sometimes Life can be cruel

So I write about it on my pencil box of dreams

And then it seems a little better

And then it doesn’t seem quite as bad.

I lie in a darkened bed-room

Trying not to let the stars burn my skin.

And then it feels a little bit colder

But I don’t really mind feeling cold.

I am practically alone light years from Earth

On a spaceship that looks like a house.

She is asleep, in hibernation

Awaiting our arrival on some far off world.

Maybe for a thousand years or more

She will lie in stasis never to awake

As I check upon all the instruments

Making sure that everything goes well.

Oh longest night,

That’s ever been,

Come to an end,

Let day dawn on our Eden.

Some unknown star

Rising on a planet blue

Breath life into

Humanity’s sarcophagus.