The Man Without a Reference

2011-12-01T18:04:00.000-08:00

To Chris

I know a boy called Chris,

Whose very hard to dis,

He never takes anything a miss,

And always gets the jist.

Bird God

“ There is no test,

Only flight and rest.”

From The Ferry

The sun shines on the sea,

Like a taught skin,

On the back

Of an ancient animal.

Large, it undulates,

Like a conversation between,

Two massive banks,

Lost in a continual horizon.

Peaks of white foam,

On cross hatched waves.

Lit wrinkles of a wise old lady,

Contrast in moods of blue.

Following

The gulls follow the ferry,

With brains like dolphins,

Hearts like lions

And wings of their own.

Night Tear

A medicinal tear,

In the nocturnal night,

Runs like an orange,

Off the page of the sky,

Into the depth of a grey cloud.

Swallowed by the wind.

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Autumnal

Autumn spits out cars,

Bucketed in leaves.

Newly born to the night,

Parked like seasonal brains,

At the side of the road.

Empty inside.

Void

Give it all to a night walk.

The cold evening breeze is passing through,

Am I a solid object?

Or

Are all the wheels of the universe

Turning into and out of me

Like a hole,

Endless?

Where I am but an aperture,

Without substance.

Meeting the world.

A Birds Free Will

In a cushioned sky,

Is the relief of a seagull,

It glides above me,

And hovers.

A shadow,

So big and invisible,

Is cast,

Cool in the sun.

I know I am being watched,

It does me good.

I am passive,

Our relationship is a mile high.

Dark Nudge

A flick-book of scratches blows out

The working man’s candle.

The unkempt pen marks out

Crosses instead of kisses.

Our mistakes can never be re-lit.

Mindful

The split tree continues

To grow in the mind,

A stone lies in its shadow.

The seed always interrupts the knife.

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A New Currency in Fruit

Behind the eyes,

In the brain,

Is the tearing of tears,

He knows he was young once.

He stands behind me,

I whisper into his winged ear,

He puts his hands through my arms,

Playing melancholy.

Cutting my head with the sun,

Where all the trees are hiding,

Making them appear,

They bare fruit.

Gone,

He reminds me with the absence of memories,

The price of happiness and wonder,

Is forgetting that he was there.

Under the clear sky,

Under the cherry tree,

I sit picking bright blue diamonds,

Amongst the laden branches.

The Lines

The ideal height,

The ideal shoe size,

The ideal footprint.

Is the world really ending?

Outside my flat there is a snow softened tree,

Its marble branches reaching up into the empty night.

It is so beautiful.

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South-End

It is quiet today,

The train empties out its soul,

Silence is barely pinched

By the funfair.

Gulls form random complications,

A single pattern,

Suspended as an object

And we leave like the first time

Out of a cinema.

Action Against Awe

With one big hand

I grasped the twinkling aeroplanes

From the stars.

They blinked at me,

Scrunching them up like paper balls,

I put them into my smaller hand.

There should never be too many lights in the sky.

It is inappropriate.

The Crow

Is it all you wanted?

A spattering of snow

Against the cold ground.

Were you happy how you ended?

Any deeper

No-one would know you were there.

Do your black iced wings remember white morning skies?

The changing moon,

The yo-yoing sun.

Now a breathless puppet,

Once a vessel for air,

Reduced to a kick-thing for the inquisitive child.

Outside the playground.

2011-09-13T07:49:00.001-07:00

One Hundred on the Horizon

As I fell I saw the black hills against the night’s dark sky and one hundred on the horizon.

It was pretty and impressive, with every hour it came closer, reaching me at dawn, each part breaking, covering me in a thousand pieces of the sun, dressing me in red golden light and I was happy to have stumbled to see the beginning in this way.

Like a friend the day picked me up with a firm and approving hand.

All I had to do was live in it.

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Kind Cows

The ravens combed over the grey clouds in an old blue sky,

Battered like a tin milk bucket by airplanes and their trails.

While drops fell off leafs,

Like cow tears on the hoofs of snow white calves,

Bowing to the roots of trees.

There they eat the fallen apples,

Guarding them for all the worlds sins,

To digest twice over,

So man will not make another mistake.

To Ben

You are the sweet young man,

Who turned me onto beards,

You make me want to draw,

Something I haven’t done in years.

If I had the wit of Stevie Smith,

Or the courage of David Hockney,

I’d draw you from the top window,

Looking down on me.

The Model Ship

The model ship was being submerged by a model sea and I jumped down the stairs in two’s in turn with a young girl, I was young too, our legs tied together by our ankles going down the tower of stairs, level by level to save the children on the real boat.

2011-07-28T07:19:00.000-07:00

Lullaby

Flesh of my father,
Flesh of my mother,
See what you have made.

A starry eyed babe,
A bag full of organs,
Yet to be played.

Waiting for the orchestra,
For a conductor with his baton,
For a form to create.

Open Mouth of the Sea

The sea roars,
Not like a lion,
It is too blue for that,
The seagulls fly into its mouth
Too eagerly.

Taking everything out,
Without a spoken word,
The sea mist answers,
In respect we walk inland.

The Cow Fairy

She flew out from the glasss of milk,
Like a cow fairy,
That had been sitting in the teat
Of an udder,
Shaking the cream
Off her hair and wings.

Parading around the room,
Like an angelic cat,
To busy posing
To notice a single mirror.

When her callers eyes
Had towelled her off,
She slowly climbed into the glass,
Drunk by her advertisement,
Hiding in its opaque emptiness.

Waiting.

The Golden Bell

The boy was given a golden bell,
The size of a mans fist,
With a heavy handle,
Without explanation.

He held it in both hands,
Knowing the bell was not to be played,
But rang in emergencies
Gathering those like him
Who he had not yet met,
Sounded as an alarm.

Once only.

Your Hand

The rivers current is indecisive,
As you are not mine.

It would be easier to own
An acre of indigo sky,
Farm the stars
Or claim possession over a neon sunset,

Than to hold your hand and keep it
By my side.

Buried Deeds

Fingers to the lip,
Words come out to trip,
Along the tongues devilish tip,
The wings of man are mauled and clipped.

Buried deep within the ground,
Where once the wings with man stood proud,
Are now remains of deeds unbound,
Covered over by dark words, a shroud.

For ever was a fate made clear,
That ones gift of flight kept so near,
As never to let go even with fear,
A chance to fly away from tears.

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The Departed

The Clouds always matched the sky,

Like the buttons on his suit,

Spreading up to the Lapel’s of the Heavens,

To the Sun.

Finally the Moon,

An old man looking on romantically

Spends his time in the patterns of the night.

Telling stories like age old myths,

To the one left behind.

Farewell

The doorknobs

Are wiped dry,

And the corners

Pressed in the rooms.

The light bulbs unscrewed,

For other homes,

No more reshuffling of matches,

Into a bigger box.

Someone’s dying

In all the windows,

As she goes

Bye.

The Child

Leafs weep when touched,

Trees bend as he walks by,

He is the black cats worry

And the golden dogs saviour.

He knows it all,

That is his right,

Youth does not betray his age.

He sleeps on ocean floors

And communes on mountain tops.

He is the world and all its secrets.

He is the suns keeper

And the moons gift.

A child by any other name.

2011-06-06T13:54:00.000-07:00

The Sunlit Silence

It is a sunlit day,

But the sun is a liar,

And the moon is a whore,

Full of unkempt promises,

Peppering the night with stars.

They fall one by one,

While the sky is blue,

So the heart can suffer expediently,

Slowly and thoroughly in secrecy,

Under the guise of privacy,

In a paper bag called respect.

The Hot House Flower

The red clematis has flowered,

Spring has tricked me again.

The yellow daffodils and blue bells,

Are parading in the neighbours gardens,

But they will wilt like the magicians secret,

I will have learnt, as the season passes.

The white blossom has already fallen,

Gathering as words on grey stone parchment,

Where phonetics become ridiculously important,

Describing myself on the pavements I walk.

Egg Eyes

Holding two peeled hard boiled eggs, one in each hand, he presses them, staring into their shining reflection.

Softly puncturing and pushing his thumbs into their white flesh. They crumble like paper eyes that have been written on a thousand times, left to fall endlessly out of his sticky palms.

To Touch the Sun

The branches pierce the sun,

Like spears through a glowing ball,

I would like to move it above me,

Casting no shadow in the forest,

Its appearance in the lake is a false light,

Held by the nets of reflection,

Shown up by surface ripples,

I wish to wade in and grab the illusion,

But to what point,

As it disappears,

Sunk soon as I enter the water.

Blue to Red

The sky is flat, bright and blue,

Trees jump out from their smooth background,

The birds hold on for dear life,

Dear life shakes them off like spat out pomegranate seeds,

Turning the sky red, full, fleshy and forlorn,

Like the story of one among many.

The Empty Wall

The sky is a wall,

With the horizons trees pressed into it,

Blue has become two-dimensional,

The sky’s emptiness cannot tell of its depth.

From the Bowels of a Boat

From the bowels of a boat

On course for the shorelinne,

Alone he hid,

Hearing the machinery of the sea,

Its valves and pipes pumping out

Black water into the night.

Not knowing what

The cold foam would become of him.

A Sentence

Spelling mistakes reminded me

Where I have to go tomorrow,

Commas make me take

Deep breaths,

Full stops push me

Forward to the end,

Quotation marks bring me

Closer to you.

A Change of Record

I gave myself a ticket,

For every time it rained,

And exchanged it for a recording

That played the sound of sunshine.

The Slow Moon

The crescent moon

I walked beside

Fell back

As I turned the corner.

Now looking back,

My neck bent,

I worry

I might not see it again.

What goes up must come down

Black moths fall from the light bulb,

Like cotton candy into the mouths of babes.

Words drop,

Like a sweet shadow

Over the wet feet of experience.

Grass is thrown up,

By hands idling the oncoming autumn,

Like rice pelting a misinformed September couple.

And the eyes that strain upwards,

Carry the sights of the sky,

To the ground where they can be weighed today.

Potential Arrows

Crows gather like graphite arrows,

Some on tree ends,

Others spread out territorially on the field,

All pointing straight ahead with jerked necks.

They stare waiting for me to drop dead,

I mean them no harm,

Yet I wait to see them drop,

I trust their motivation more than my own.

They

They come and go,

The ones that tell you what to do,

They are they and are in the know,

You follow them even though they are the few.

They smile through their bitter news,

Never knowing you,

Sometimes alone, sometimes in crews,

Still you have not paid your dues.

You follow their advice,

They say it will be good and you’ll feel nice,

But really you are to forget what you once were,

That is their device.

2011-05-10T14:22:00.000-07:00

The Old Woman's Words of Consolation

"It must be hard having eyes like yours."
Said the old woman to the boy.
"Tell me, what is it like to see into the soul?"

The boy answered,
"I'm scared most of the time and look for as long as I am able to out of politeness.
Distraction is my friend"

The old woman gave the boy a pen full of ink
And instructed him to write on his hands
A word or two of his own.

With that he covered his eyes knowing what
Was in the darkness was of his own making.

There he could take rest and refuge from those
Baring themselves without consequence.

2011-05-10T14:10:00.000-07:00

The Hovering Artist

Sun shine brightly on my hands,
Through clouds and trees,
For me to do your bidding,
To put your will before me.

The birds were your voice,
The people, paint on your earth caught,
Held up floating by the angels,
So fine, thread pulled taught.

No rain or storm or mildew
On my bread,
A calm and quiet
Bedstead.

So light in the sky,
I hover up above,
The pictures I create,
Are the signs of love.

2011-05-10T13:58:00.000-07:00

Opaque

Close it all,
Close every latch and lock,
Bring it closer to me,
Inside the room closer still.

Push it out of every hole,
Out of socket and key hole,
Further out of gaps,
Under and over doors.

Cover me,
Cover all the floors,
Sheath the walls,
Mask the windows.

I do not want to see,
Out of fitted glass,
Or through the slits in the walls,
No holes in my house.

2011-05-10T13:45:00.000-07:00

Somethings

Somethings better than nothing

Isn't always the case,

Where key memories arrest

The personality at its base.

Where the dreams within surround us

Like pillows upon which we rest our heads,

Take equal billing with our memories

And occupy us till death.

We temper times we wish would pass

With merriment and mirth,

In hopes that through it all one day,

We'll all give out to birth.

2011-05-10T13:24:00.000-07:00

The Necessity of Stones

To leave the past

You have to forget the ones

Who remember it.

Keep the ones, who forget,

As they will stay with you another day

And you can throw the stones away.

White Works at Core Arts

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2010-03-23T15:14:00.000-07:00

Ghosts

The style of the day,
Throws an image of you,
In the disguise of other woman,
What will it be like when you are gone.

2010-03-23T14:06:00.000-07:00

Home

To hide where you know
You'll be found,
May serve you well,
Unless you forget
To let someone know
Where to find you,
Then this becomes home.

Becoming a Lighthouse

The stars are out there,

It is a fact,

You are just under six foot tall,

But your frame is strong,

Scoop them up,

Tell stories,

As you scatter them on the ground,

To light your way.

Leave a few behind you,

So as not to forget,

Picking as much as you need,

For the journey ahead.

It will be dark,

But no fear,

There will always be a star in the sky,

You forgot to bring.

And if you have some left,

When you reach your goal,

Put them in your mouth,

So you can be a beacon,

To others starting their paths,

Turn round to the four corners of the island,

Like a lighthouse,

Bringing safety to all.

Lonely Night

The car lights,

Turn blades of grass,

Into botanical shards of glass,

Shining like diamond studded spears,

As they turn on and off.

A black sky tinged orange,

By the branch haloed lamposts,

Holds up the trees,

In networks empty of birds,

With the cold onslaught of rain.

As if time had thrown them clear,

Of leafs and shoots,

Scaring them away,

To leave emptiness,

As the nights companion.

Dream Tongue

The taste of your tongue was like blood,

Like a tip on a battery,

And you said the cinema never shuts,

I woke up hardened,

And tried to find the position,

So I could sink back into it.

Like a live wire in the dark,

The memory of the taste of you,

Stays during the day.

2010-03-23T13:56:00.000-07:00

The Paradox of Loss

The relief that loss is true,
Honest and natural,
Needs to be excercised in the moment,
Expressed as a thing.

To be still and at peace in the face of passing,
Knowing it could happen again but not recreating it,
Like questioning that putting the clocks back gains an hour
And forward loses one.

It is not a formula that has to be rehearsed,
It is a fact,
And the light of the sky bares witness.

While old woman take their pearls off at night for a quiet life.

2010-03-23T13:50:00.000-07:00

A Pearl for Lucifer

If the devil created this song,
He must love god,
The aspirations of the fallen,
Destitute in muddy puddles.

We do not understand,
The way to redemtion,
The stones and rocks filling the sky,
Are but notes on a songsheet.

Answers are not expected,
Questions are thrown like pearled dew falling to the ground,
Arranged under autumnal leafs,
Where all humanity forrage like beasts with hands.

Trying to retrace a reflection from up above.

2010-03-23T13:45:00.000-07:00

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When the Sun Strikes

The sun is my father,

He bleeds brightly through the trees,

He is a circle of pure colour,

Casting leafy shadows on frosted glass.

His children have put him in the sky of heaven,

With his mother repitition watching him from the earths surface,

Knowing she will meet him in one of his cycles,

When they will be together again.

Knocking on the sun,

The fist opens up a palm,

And tools once noticed by the father,

Are put to good use.

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A Second

A Second passes with those divided in it,
Fractions to decimal points cannot describe
The amount of people who are dead,
And dying won't even fill up that second,
What lingers is life
And that might seem to last forever,
But one thing is for sure, it doesn't,
And our deaths will only be part of that second.

2010-03-17T06:23:00.000-07:00

The Horses Homework

Thoughts are what they are meant to be,
We work on them towards resolutions,
Not typically fixing,
But finding new ways to live our lives.

The hounds that yell at our heels,
The crocodiles that snap at our heads,
The insects that bite at our flesh,
All are gone as the horses carry us away over the hills.

2010-03-17T06:09:00.000-07:00

The Moon and her Children

The moon is like the smiling face of a mothers approval,
Taken down the dark hillside,
And towed to the open arms,
Of its reflection in the lake of safe dreams.

There it floats like a child mastering a swim,
Quiet and warm as a mild evening breeze,
The moon kisses the stars one by one,
And promises goodbyes will only last a day.

2009-11-05T04:06:00.000-08:00

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.

2009-11-05T03:38:00.000-08:00

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.

2009-11-05T03:31:00.000-08:00

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.

2009-11-05T03:06:00.000-08:00

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.

2009-11-05T02:22:00.000-08:00

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.

2009-10-23T14:16:00.000-07:00

Puff and Gumble

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

2009-10-23T14:12:00.000-07:00

Old Stories

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

2009-10-23T14:06:00.000-07:00

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.

2009-10-23T13:56:00.000-07:00

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.

2009-10-23T13:53:00.000-07:00

In Reality

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

2009-10-23T13:48:00.000-07:00

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.

2009-10-23T10:58:00.000-07:00

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.

2009-10-23T10:45:00.000-07:00

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.

2009-10-23T10:36:00.000-07:00

2009-10-23T10:29:00.000-07:00

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.

2009-10-23T10:17:00.000-07:00

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.

2009-10-22T18:14:00.000-07:00

2009-10-22T17:37:00.000-07:00

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.

2009-10-22T15:50:00.000-07:00

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

2009-10-22T14:15:00.000-07:00

2009-10-15T04:52:00.000-07:00

Bus Angels

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

2009-10-15T04:14:00.000-07:00

2009-10-15T03:29:00.000-07:00

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.

2009-08-19T04:41:00.000-07:00

Fair Weather

When the sun shines,
We are warm.

When the clouds cover the sky,
We are cold.

And so we live our lives.

2009-08-19T04:30:00.000-07:00

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.

2009-08-19T04:22:00.000-07:00

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.

2009-08-19T04:14:00.000-07:00

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.

2009-08-12T12:37:00.000-07:00

Grace

He takes everything away,

And pushing past the clouds,

Plants a kiss on my cheek,

Leaving a blush of flowers.

2009-08-12T10:39:00.000-07:00

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

2009-08-07T12:59:00.000-07:00

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..

2009-08-07T12:53:00.000-07:00

Angels Feet

Blue shoes for my friends,
Blue shoes for me,

Yellow ones for everybody else,

And a sunset in the tree.

2009-07-29T08:25:00.000-07:00

Eggs and Fridge

Bone - Juice

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

2009-07-10T16:47:00.000-07:00

Night Wish

I whirl around,

Like a spiral,

Until disintegrating, dissipating, dissolving,

Into nothing at all.

2009-07-10T16:41:00.000-07:00

Answers

We throw into the lake of nothing,

A question like a stone,

The ripples are Gods answer,

There is always an answer.

2009-07-10T16:11:00.000-07:00

Spell

You were never born,

Nature did not touch,

Or lay you bare,

As a winged prayer,

It could not dare.

2009-07-08T07:49:00.000-07:00

The Lady Stealing

The foliage seems lighter,

As she travels down my street,

Nimbly fingering the blossoms,

With her black gloves,

In the night.

2009-07-01T05:31:00.000-07:00

2009-06-24T08:21:00.000-07:00

A PIN

It was like a pin pricking him in the foot,

So he found a pin and started pricking his foot.

2009-06-17T09:09:00.000-07:00

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