This is a rough place where shacks die in the sun and wind and a slack-water river struggles to the sea. Posts (leaning drunk) once held little piers for anglers who tried for trout and salmon and mullet and now they hold nothing and aim at a sullen sky. This was a place where dreams…
Month: October 2018
Behind? Come
Behind? Come, let us feel remarkable exactly as we are. Get loose with me this morning, as the townsfolk are mourning something that is out of their control. Let’s give no second thought to the power of the Court, lets feel involved, get involved with the old, be calm in adoration. Don’t look for perfect…
on my way to school
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…