Tuesday, December 11, 2007


A brimming cup,
a plate heaping with good food,
a wide window facing the morning sun.
A cool breeze
easing through the screen
to kiss you.
A good woman who loves you
to be small breaths in the night.
A car pointing to the sea
where a fine hotel
has promised you a room.
A wallet sprung with bills.

You wake to a single room,
with one narrow window
staring into darkness.
A vacant wallet,
a vacant heart,
and no car to escape in.
A door loose on its hinges
that opens into a world
you have yet to wake from.

Copyright 2007 David Elsey

Wednesday, April 11, 2007


We give death the finger
with each good meal,
each good beer,
each good song.
Knowing the game is fixed,
knowing there's no way out,
we give death the finger.
When we laugh,
we laugh in its face.
It's all we can do.
It's what we must do,
We give death the finger
with each good coffee,
each good movie,
each good story,
we're doing it now.

Copyright 2002 David Elsey


It was never enough to be normal.
She was most alive off the earth,
flying over a man's world.
The first woman to fly solo
across the Atlantic.
The first human to fly solo
from Hawaii to the US mainland.
But it wasn't enough.
She died trying
to fly around the world,
died doing what she loved,
not being normal.

Copyright 2007 David Elsey