Jhender

I am a friend of a dead man
one who has seen your rise
your joy your sorrow your end
I was a friend of a living man
one who dreamed of specters
and nightmares in the light
I am a friend of a dead man
who lives on in my dreams
and all the lines I write
I was a friend of a [...]

You must accept that’s who he really is.
You must accept you cannot be his
unless he is yours. No compromise.
He is a canvas on which paint never dries;
a clay that never sets, steel that bends
in a breeze, a melody that when it ends
no one can whistle. He is not who
you thought. He’s not. He is a [...]

I can see the darkness creeping up
gentling lulling the world to sleep,
like lying to a child:
hush now and to bed.
he drifts into his dreams
curled in a comforting ball
oblivious to the dangers of the world.
the nib moves, in
circular motions
realising half-formed ideas in the mind.
the words snake high and low
drifting silently across the unruled sheets.
it sways back [...]