Synchronicity

Sometimes

It all aligns

The good and the bad

The sane and the mad

It’s called

Synchronicity.

What keeps you

From losing your mind

Or dying of boredom

Jean Luc Godard

Existential Love

French marriages

Pouting and pastels

Cigarettes and scowls

Cars and scarves

The burning

And extinguishing

Of the heart.

British late night fucks

Behind the bins

In the neighbour’s

Fumbling over

Squashed rollies

And crushed tin cans.

That’s synchronicity.

Future of

Babies fall

From sky

Money rolls

Down new couch

Old couch now

Replace furniture

Update crockery

And have a crisis

A new addiction

Extra-marital

Affliction.

Altogether

At once.

That’s synchronicity!

A decision

Over the cuckoo’s nest.

‘One must suffer’.

‘Mais oui.’

‘Je te deteste -

you leave me cold.’

‘But you’re almost crying!’

That’s synchronicity.