If I was in love, I would take her everywhere with me, Show her around, clothe her dine with her bed her. And she needs drinks, I’d provide, To call this friend an alibi – One to run to, one to hold, As days will pass, in years of old. If I was young, not…
Tag: poetry
from: A Man Facing Funereally Traditional Reflections
rain fell overnight. the sea is flushed. the darkened room in the bird loud dawn is cool with fresh oxygen tasting of wet long grass at back fence on hill side. the sea and the shore the sound of two fine sheets of sandpaper. like opium, and dating, I’m being absurd, it is useless, like…
Rising Star
Cold, Cold night No one to say Hi !! So I look at the sky Clouds passing by Cold, Cold night I look up high Calling my Name A Star in the sky Lonely, Not alone but, I am fine, Said I Stars shining Bright I see them in the sky Sitting on a tree…
I am sorry
I am sorry I don’t want to stand still I want to begin to crawl And walk, run and jump But the sinking sand stops me Me and all of my stars high in the heavens. I am sorry My heart is weak and I am weak without a heart My lungs fill…
Purse Kept Gems
To search outwards defines strength, To wander in the fields of black roses and purple orchids, Dance around and around under the late summer sun, Tumblers of pink lemonade, gin and chock full of ice cubes, Straws and a slice of lime to accommodate, Gather yourself and meet us there, We can watch the sun…
WE
these days there is a shadow on my heart a stone so weighty breathing is suppressed such sadness from this time we’ve been apart and memories of times when we were blessed no sleep while eyes keep searching in the night your warmth no longer felt here at my side without your arms to hold…
Poetry – Memo to self
a rhymer’s style is one that’s neat following form and counting feet free-versers claim their way is better no need to follow to the letter some poems only seem to ramble endless screeds all in a tangle esoteric styles depress me grandiloquence just don’t impress me so what’s the best thing I can do (the…
planning for Light
When I drift off and wander homeless appearing a month or two weeks growth no other man is there. I bring along my patterns: Exertion-Rest-Sleep, Contemplation, Mindlessness, Sexiness; behaviour-geese who nip and honk the conscience can only come so far along these urban walkabouts, being phoney with their fitness. There’s a freeing up of feeling…
falling
1 I was born on Saturday. Turned 30 on Monday. The days between, a blur. Especially nought to four and the early 20s when breast and bottle was everything. 2 I’ve said before: I recall crawling across the floor, soiling the moment, thinking Shit. Again! A nought to four experience I think/ I…
Hello Friend
Playing my old guitar , Old days like dead stars, falling apart Memories hold me back, they’re trying to Steal my dreams away I’ve never seen such a lonely heart, making my six string Rot and stale. A broken guitar Broken from inside and outside I can hear the screams of pain that has…
from: Pocahontas, Alcoholism, The Compass, & The Word.
The shadow stays dry as the waves collapse. For almost a full decade I have not used the strong drugs of illumination yet the hunches gather into something formidable, the doorways in space are open still, but I nod & I indicate again that I decline, feeling I could tear along the dotted line of…
Love Cats
He figured she must be the same as his last cat Had often strayed as a kitten But hadn’t been given full satisfaction He was going to make her feel like the sun Take her all the way there and some…