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.