days gone by

i forgot you
in the refuse of
busy and idle
and trite
i tempted you
in willful playful
ire and dischord'nt
melodies
from my lips
until we longed
for the days gone by

one trilogy

i like to think of wisdom
as one trilogy
spewing from mouths
of the aged
at bingo nights and
nursing homes

and from richer men
with longer teeth
and wider girths
and fatter bank accounts

but i let them both fail
like an unsung
trilogy,
as one part
divided on itself
in eagerness
and error.