213 (for 2013)

Life is one

Jump the gun
Finish the run

Play the cool
Stretch a rule

Tame a star
Raid the bar

Lend a hand
Claim your land

Shatter a notion
Conquer an ocean

Free a desire
Fan the fire

Wear the rain
Stir and strain

Never say die
Confess a lie

Write a song
Right a wrong

Stretch a goal
Study your soul

Make ends meet
Smile and greet

Get caught up
Adopt a pup

Pass a smoke
Master a stroke

Waste some time
Prevent a crime

Grow new thought
Forgive the lot

Flee the nest
Stop and rest

Wake at dawn
Move the pawn

Touch a cloud
Shout out loud

Earn a friend
Skip the bend 

Knock on wood
Stand for good

Toe the line
Follow the sign

Scratch an itch
Get fucking rich

Trip the wheel
Hurt and heal

Scale a gate
Cheat your fate

Age like wine
Say ‘I’m fine’

Ride the train
Pull the chain

Hold your nerve
Bell the curve

Learn to fend
Predict the end

Take by storm
Keep love warm

Fight a tear
Shift a gear

Turn the key
Hug a tree

Pick your mark
Build an ark

Raise a stink
Spill a drink

Break a sweat
Lose a bet

Do till done
Life is one

Write I Must

I want to write but words fail me.

Let's take a moment and consider my options.
Make that a few moments.

I could mull over existence and her many virtues.
Spin a yarn of passionate unromance that would
wind its way into your next conversation with me.

Maybe my last fall from grace would appetise your attention.
The hundreds that preceded would do just as well.

An ode to accomplishment, an elegy to desire,
a sonnet to anarchy or a thesis on the art of shoveling.

I could demystify the irreverence of the irrelevant.
Or the solitude of the destitute.

Dwelling on basic courtesies might easily be
swapped with a lesson in gratitude. Maybe fortitude.

The lusts of a rising phoenix could well be juxtaposed
with the cries of a lost chihuahua mistaken for a wild hare.

The storming of the Bastille or the Earl Grey
that never made it to the tea party.

The roving libido of the French premier could hold its own
to the modest ambitions of second coming
of the father of the world's largest democracy.

Maybe a concoction of lofty language
laced with a symphony of unparliamentary anecdotes.
Some non sequitur. Yes, I fancy the vernacular.

I want to write but words fail me.