Western Fantasy
The whole idea is not to talk.
His legs lie flat, in worn blue jeans,
on the first bank I’d ever sat on.
Under a never seen Western sky,
we tore plants idly to watch them drift.Thin red hair, pushed back by hand,
And back slouched, the light drops.
No offering of beer or breath,
brings us further upstream or down.
“I’m unconvinced this is the place to cross.”-Ian Dyer, 2023
Glass
Anyone can know what lies at the end of a road.
The only one who knows what comes before,
is the one who has seen it go.Anyone can know what lies along the road.
Anyone can see what leads away from the road.
Anyone can know where the road goes.But only you,
can see the road.-Ian Dyer, July 2023
Frustration
Just say one thing!I just want to say something;
to steal a moment,
and pay back only half of what I'm owed.Just say anything!
Let me just give this to you.
I have to get this thing out of my head,
and into yours! and into yours!Just say something!
But how do I say it?
Then a pause is stolen, again.
I just say things, any way.-Ian Dyer, July 2023
Lonely
Each little valley has its own climate,
with sea salted air and olive coated grass.
There are motorways drawn between them, with distances measured in iron gauges, yet leagues less than I feel.Is it strange not to know what my life is?
Lying in the oil, adrift in empty wisps of thought,
I feel alone.
From eons away I am called to embrace myself
and let it wash over me.
I know what it's like to not believe in stories, even my own.