A Proud Night

Plunged straight into the black sea,
Like the beak of a bird pressed deep into its pouting chest,
So driven in the thick,
That to see is a feat suspended in clouds of fog.

Where success is measured in breathes,
And a long night seems inevitable.

A Normal Forest

Here I am,
Its not where I started,
I can't say when that was,
Or even a location.

I could put myself in green,
In leafy woods,
Backtracking where I've been,
Recalling stories withstood.

In honesty,
There are no trees,
Not even sun rays,
None that I can see.

But here I am,
Content in a room,
On a street,
Leaving soon.

Saints and Elephants

Where elephant bones and tiger bones are more prescious than a humans,
We hang ivory around our necks and wonder at Chinese medicine.

Everyday saints look at the world through stained glass windows made by saints,

In the hope that continually searching for god will make it easier to find a place in the here after.























The Second Coming

A spectacle of people lying on the streets,
With all their faults displayed,
They have borrowed from the sun,
And now their skies are grey.

The children ride through dismal crowds,
Hailing the second coming has arrived,
Gathering bodies in black plastic bags.

Forests re-populate the towns,
Moss covers the store front brands,
Where concrete had gauged out roads and pavements,
Now the original footprints for men.





Train Journey

Lip throwing at birds flying backwards with their heads turned at the shoulder,

Their reflections float on the sea broken under pressure by passing tides,

As boats drift with purpose following invisible sky trails,

Such elemental acrobatics of one sign changing to another improves the marking of time.

And whistles through the horses legs, the fields,
the coast and towards the blue expanse of line.

Rain falls,
Snaps on hard ground,
Like fire cracks,
Drops alive in the wet,
Calling on life to witness,
The flexing below as above.






Martyr

Finding yourself somewhere,
You hadn't planned,
Out of habit,
Is like putting
An ill-fitting halo,
Onto a would be virgin.

Without Earth

Without Earth,
The opportunity of flight,
Lends the shaping of wrists,
Into swan necks,
And a flurry of wing tips,
Spread and pierce the arms and shoulders,
Into the white and red plumage of an
Adventurous sky.





From hell a glass of water looks just like a glass of water.

From above it looks like a sparkling gem in a red desert.

I come here for the afterdark,
Not the aftermath.

I started this morning
Last night.






White on Hands

White on hands,
Thrown into the sky,
Falling like snow,
In childrens eyes.

Take my pot,
And boil the cold,
Away the water,
Lit the stories told.

Flint on air,
And soil to ground,
Sugar gone,
Without a sound.

And all laid bare,
Beneath the shoes,
Bones and breathe,
Fingers and toes.











Nothing at the Door

Making hands like fools,
Our colours shift as lies,
And cannot be turned off,
Like blue heard in the night.

In the faces we can't see,
The following results,
Sides that stir through company,
Exclamations ending sentences pre-built.

We say there's nothing at the door,
Although the knocking we can hear,
The crashing and the whistling,
Ignored like the tears among the years.

So when we answer noises,
That are true yet we mistrust,
Preparations are of little use,
And in all cases we combust.

Puff and Gumble

Puff and Gumble,
Are my thoughts,
To do and stumble,
To dream or not.

Old Stories

He bent his head and listened to the last half
of empty tape while she told her old stories.

Landscape

The blue sky is a flag,
Clenched in a fist which is the sun,
While the weather is what we have to accept,
Above the horizon.

Meat and Bone

Meat and bone,
Meat and bone,
Could love be as sweet,
As meat and bone.

When I find you,
In a pot you will sit,
As fresh as stew,
Eaten bit by bit.

And when I have finished,
Mopping up the juice,
More of it I'll dish,
On every morsel I'll muse.

It will never end,
This constant supply,
Eating all that you send,
Will mean we'll never die.

In Reality

There's always some-one,
But really there is no-one.

Craft

The minds eye
makes a room
even when we are out
of the house.

With only the wind
blowing through the
lines we have drawn
in our heads.

An Elemental Relationship

She ends her sentences with a stamp,
Putting them out like a fire,
Ash dye for the wind.

He wipes the end of his sentences,
Like writing washed away by the tide,
Taking everything out.

Their standstill draws,
Lines in the earths crust.

The Lunatics Laugh

The lunatics laugh,
At words that come from thoughts,
Words which we think,
And when we speak and write words we don't think.

At times words seem as solid despite being carried by air and paper.

And we have to laugh under their weight and ungraspable nature.






Mental

Throwing my mind out,
Like a child being sick,
All the adults clean it up,
With words I was thinking.

Pound for a Flower

We trim ourselves,
Making pockets under the eyes,
For loose tears to gather,
As change,
To be handed,
To the flower givers,
When we meet them on the streets.

Taking the Time in the Forest

Embarrassed by the growing trees,
And their quickening pace,
Pink laughs, I join these,
Surounding the winds trace,
Joyful green trees,
Taking the days to find and replace.

Plant Ball

Caught in the adjoining path,
In a mini forest flanked by traffic,
Lies a ball of earth freed from its pot,
The casualty of car purging.

Through the trauma,
A home for the domestic plant,
Back in the wilds,
Green does find green eventually.

His House

I am in his house,
It is gold,
Like Autumn leafs pressed on the walls,
It is warm,
It is told.

I awake in his room,
Like bread hydrating in sweet honey,
With an unquestioning palette,
He has found me,
In sun ray

Bus Angels

Making folded wings,
Out of crossed arms,
On the backs of people,
Lifted up to fly away,
Leaving a person again.

A Relationship with Cars

I am the polishing of a car roof reflecting a pink sunst,
I am the backseat with a beaten brown suitcase and an old miscellaneous map,
I am the fear of accompanied car journeys and the chances of lone taxi rides,
I am the possibility of four wheels and a body in transit,
I am the result of a multitude of destinations and a final ending,
I am a one way ticket with no fee required.

Fair Weather

When the sun shines,
We are warm.

When the clouds cover the sky,
We are cold.

And so we live our lives.

A Weakness Shared with the Animals

In the early morning her bed ticks,
Like a bomb of pain waiting for daybreak,
I stay quiet as the sun should be blamed,
Not the one sharing her old age.

She never admits to sleep,
As if it is a weakness for the animals,
But she does sleep,
She is only human.

A Trees Charity

I wandered lonely,
I wondered aloud,
I could not see,
The creeping cloud.

It edged its way slowly towards me,
In chasing me it had no doubt,
Till captured by a diligent tree,
I let out an almighty shout.

You see the greatness of this tree,
How the cloud it caught,
No payment does it expect from me,
A penny I pay him naught.

The Green Army

I chose a blade of grass,
Much like God chooses his men,
And drew a black line,
Down each side of its spine.

Marked forever,
"Who knows the reason?" was the response
from the other blades,
To be lost as easily as it had been picked,
By the father of its difference.

Grace

He takes everything away,

And pushing past the clouds,

Plants a kiss on my cheek,

Leaving a blush of flowers.

Life Interrupts

The birds singing,
Squeezes into the humming of the train,
Disappearing in the rattle,
As it asserts itself again.




















The End of the Day

His hand holds mine,
Looking into the nights lake,
Lit ripples of the sky,
Made of moon and stars.

His points within nothingness,
He is my companion.

Biro Storm Cloud

Biro Storm Cloud

The mess hovers over me like a biro cloud above my head,
And promises to stay there until the day I'm dead,
I try to pull it apart while lying in my bed,
But this is not as easy as it might or could be said

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Fire Keeper

Life fuels her,
She throws down her anger like a black blanket on the fire,
And watches the smoke come out of her mouth.

Inside depression prods at the embers,
Complaints flicker setting grievances alight,
And her expressions reflect off the flame-light.

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Into the Morning

Cold night,
Lift my shoulders,
Unburden them of these affections,
To forget.

So I can throw them into the void,
Dark open arms,
Where even the light of dreams,
Would not be illumination enough

Let the heat of sunrise,
Burn them dry,
With no salty residue,
Tempting me to taste my thoughts of you again..

Angels Feet

Blue shoes for my friends,
Blue shoes for me,

Yellow ones for everybody else,

And a sunset in the tree.

Eggs and Fridge





























Bone - Juice

The rattling of teeth,
As the drop goes in,
Moistening the genes,
Victory to those who win.

Night Wish

I whirl around,

Like a spiral,

Until disintegrating, dissipating, dissolving,

Into nothing at all.

Answers

We throw into the lake of nothing,

A question like a stone,

The ripples are Gods answer,

There is always an answer.

Spell

You were never born,

Nature did not touch,

Or lay you bare,

As a winged prayer,

It could not dare.

The Lady Stealing

The foliage seems lighter,

As she travels down my street,

Nimbly fingering the blossoms,

With her black gloves,

In the night.

A PIN

It was like a pin pricking him in the foot,

So he found a pin and started pricking his foot.

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