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.