the bee’s shadow rose to meet me & when i walked home down the alleyway this evening with the light low & the shadows long & the flower stems & high houses like silhouettes on the hill, i understood but had no words to tell it. is that a form of irony because – when…
You Are Not the Master
Drink too much Say the wrong things Lose friends Face disloyal siblings Prise yourself off the rock With a self-inflicted blade You are not the master You must drift Let yourself drift
Moondance
Moondance another clown Prince dream
refugees
I want to look like iggypop a gazelle sleek on my hind feet. eat well but sparsely roll the african grasses. lustful I choose life or something like it, or better. I shall say the opposite of what i mean to protect myself. half gameful i’m Earnest, half frightened stifled by the pillow in…
yr room
sunday monday tuesday where it ends Light (the match) light- then darkness- I come when yr alone & no-one loves you like i do & feeds you I bring clothes medicine; draw yr curtain open the window Blow hot chips, bring burger king; undress you- this is done from love & kindness. shame…
~The Star~
She stared up In the starry sky But Found the brightest star Right next to her.
More than Luck
I left her behind in the car Crying I crossed the road near the casino And got a small rush A guy approached me From the left I guessed he was a homeless guy And it was too late to escape him “Spare some small change? “ “No, sorry mate, ” I replied instinctively “Liar!…
caligula
He cuts the throat of the boy. because he coughs & coughs. i understand. it gets your back up, right. you snap 1 time – because it’s hot you’re high strung or what. the plebs are fuckwits. the gods pretend to give a shit -yr jealous siblings … … ————–
Bottled Dreams
Letting go – Casting dreams out to sea.. in bottles like genies never knowing where they are going to land – Casting stitches into raw wool creating new patterns new stories new journeys never replicating nor duplicating with duplicity Letting go – Casting spells with the shells like the sea on the shore wanting more…
Beneath
She was a cheeky Chardonnay He was a musky Merlot Her nose had oaky undertones His nose had fruit and spice They danced around the table – Never touching as they sang aloud to Janis Joplin Guitar played a tearful twang She was a mystic mermaid He was a sordid shark Her mouth was rosebud…
After Watching The Jim Jarmusch Movie: Patterson
There were a lot of Boarding House rooms but one came to represent them all. I even knew it while living there, that this place, that room, those stairs would illustrate my 20’s in this city. This large room, on the second floor had superb high ceilings, two tall windows, a small doorless kitchen with…
Men Of The Road
A lonely road. Two men on the billy, two breast-feeding shovels. All they need is the cloud to clear, the boss to stay in town, for Tom to knock up his sandwiches. There is no time for work today. Not here, where you see rabbits play, the light dance on the hills, and the tea…