Quite florescent mist lingers after the rain our mounts are quaking about the wind The breeze when it blows is full of the salt of tears They sense the incoming storm Tenderfoot I feed them carrots pat them calm Sweet music wills me towards you Your stare transparent in my eyes Me an urchin in…
Month: August 2015
when I think
when i think in the style of an old lament when i think of the friends the few i have that touch a distant part of me where the mystery of self a flicker amongst flickers in a vastness is rolled back a little like a walk out along a low-tide shore when i…
no other weather
no other weather raining as if there had never been any other kind of weather just this rain settled in on the volcanic hill cloud right down to the foot as if it had rained for a million years before there was grass there ever was a hill rain falling out of the sky…
oranges and lemons
oranges and lemons ‘oranges and lemons say the bells of st clements, oranges and lemons say the bells of st clements oranges and lemons…‘* a low sung afternoon i learnt that round on that concrete driveway now in rain a stone’s quick throw from the sea we held each other’s hands as someone stood…
The Attic (first poem posted)
My mind attic to my house, cluttered with antique furniture, paintings, books, boxes of pads of scribbled poetry, a grammar phone to listen to a collection of vinyls. Dank and dusty yet nothing to fear of the memories embedded there when its time I can escape ambulance chasers, attention seeking bible sellers…