WEEK 18 (A thought watching TV)

Regret

Tears at your toes

Gnaws at your elbows

Wraps an armpit ’round your nose

Try to breathe

Regret

Is seasickness on land

Hope played backwards

A pocketful of future

With a hole in it

Regret

Is a star

Having given up searching

For a night sky to wear

Regret

Is the only echo you have left

When you’ve been hollowed out

Regret

Will run you dry & leave you bankrupt

Unless you belt up

& pay your dues to your dreams

Owe nothing to regret

Don’t be late

Don’t be greedy

Live

That’s all you owe your mother & me