Iceberg

Free-floating destruction
A pinacle of beauty
Haunting my wake
And waking moments
Glistening chilled thoughts
Like a diamond
Ready to cut me bare.

Born Again

Cards on the table
Whispers and shouting
Like dogs to a breakfast
Fun uninhibited,
Or the past recreated?

Friends are Forever.

Summertime wasting
Away our lives
Flying through
Aeroplane dreaming
About the good things
Hidden behind the clouds

And you said,
"Every cloud has a silver lining
Every day has a fiery dawn
Everyone gets a new beginning."
And that's just so like you.

Eventide drinking
From a glass
A cup of malted
Whiskey burning
Away all common sense
With warm liquid fire

And you said,
"Every cloud has a silver lining
Every day has a fiery dawn
Everyone gets a new beginning."
And that's just so like you.

Afternoon crying
Through the farewell
Service of a father
You knew him complete
You've lost it completely
The light in your eyes is gone.

And you said,
Nobody lives forever
Every day has a blood soaked end
Nobody really accomplishes anything."
And that is so unlike you.

Sunday chafing
Under a sermon
You get up to go
The preacher calls your name
In a tear soaked confession
Life begins again.

And he said,
"Every cloud has a silver lining
Every day has a fiery dawn
Everyone gets a new beginning."
And I sat down and thought,
That's just so like you.

Morning Jog

Running through the morning mist
By the frost so tender kissed
Flit by dew-sparkled letter boxes
To the tick of pocket-watches
Till with ragged breath arrive
And implode on the front lawn
Ready for another day.

To the Hut (Mitre of the Flats)

Run from the past
That's nipping at our heels
Through the root infested jungle
To the hut out on the plains

Laugh your lovely trill
Take the pen and quill
There we shall find a place
In the hut out on the plains

Nestled between sheltring hillsides
The time shall appear
For the airing of thoughts
And passing of cards

Flash those perfect brown eyes
At me one more time
I am already dancing
To such a merry tune

But booted feet carry away
The last remnant of time
Of refreshedness through exhaustion
In the hut on the plains.

In The Now

Tomorrow's another bus trip
And another new year's day
And with the comet coming
It's time to get away
To another local venture
Venting local public pride
We find ourselves caught up in
What we've always denied

Jumping tax on the kitchen floor
While the paint is drying still
We cavalcade past the neighbours
In our royal-black mobile
Freedom's vicious scent
Is clinging like the weather
But it's a moment
Spent together.

Blackstar

Come again this bright star
Burning on the horison
And take away this mortal pain
Take away this sorrow day
Till tommorrow strikes again

Total lapse of imagination
We are parked up by the yellow lines
The ticket meter slowly ticking
Dictates now the coming times
We float away
To another station
And look behind
To see we are dearly departed

It looks like the end is coming
It looks like a crashing comet
Will deliver us to death

Tingling things on your wristband
Are calling out our names
Shall we answer, do we dare?
Is the truth a tireless hunter
Then what have we to fear?
We float away
To another person
And tell him all our pains
He bends his back to heal us
And weld us whole again

Fit and fanciful mindings
Will end up on the trashheap
As we climb askance this
Rickety shelter
And watch the falling sky

Untitled

Tonight is in another climate
Tonight is in another world
In the footsteps of a stranger
Hides another point of view
Inside my eyes inside my mind
I sit and stare at you
Unsubcontious
Unbenownst
Till time and tides
Redeem our hosts
The glitter dance
I choose to witness
Shall bear silent testimony
That I was never there.

Lifelike

All the light in the sky
All the sun in this world
Hasn't a shine on you
All that might be in my life
All the thoughts that I hide
Hang on you

I just cannot tell you what I'm feeling
It is a fourhundred foot drop
And I'm hanging by the skin of my teeth
Knowing you're not standing beneath

Piece by piecemeal
I crumble into dust
When you occlude my vision
In life you have to
Be a go-getter
But I cannot get you

I just cannot tell you what I'm feeling
It is a fourtundred foot drop
And I'm hanging by the skin of my teeth
Knowing you're not standing beneath

You are someonelse's treasure
And I laugh to see you smile
In the shadows hide my feelings
Unless our worlds collide

All the light in the sky
All the sun in this world
Hasn't a shine on you
It would pinnicle my day
If you would glance my way
But I'll sit ill-content and watch you.

Thoughts

Im not resentful
For being a no-one
I'm just sad
I'm a no-one to you

Gone (You were never here)

A seasoned conversation starter
I've nothing more to say
She weighs in like a funeral
I blink and turn away

Summer laughs like an only child
Beneath its warm embrace
I swelter like the damned
And stoop to hide my face

Will you show me where I've gone wrong
Where I've missed the mark?
Was I born to fall so short
And never rise again?

There's depths to depthless eyes
And truth I cannot know
Like siamese twins conspire
Another sucker-punch blow

I know you never realised
That's only made it worse
Before you go, I'd like to say
Forever is a curse

Insignificantes

Is the sparkle in your eyes
Of purest gems
Or deepest space?
Does it speak of joy to hold
Or emptiness and distance?

Is the music in your laugh
The trill of greeting
Or the dirge of farewell?
Will we ever meet again
Truely who can ever tell?

Eagles Dare

Desert eagle glides
Through dusky barren grandeur
Finding the hidden.

LIVINGSTONE STORY

Stirring trance music
Grips everything
In its glittered embrace
While stick people
Gyrate to the salted rythmes
And the lightning lights
Reduce reality
To a stream of snapshots
And the noise
In the distant background
Is my friend
Sharing the scarred leather seat
And enlivened
By the taste of dissolution
As past and future
Melt into a cohesive whole
And leave nothing
To the imagination.

Loss

I am sad because
A poem I love has left me
Blogspot deletes it.
(Without my knowledge or consent)

Inner Demon

Dancing and gyrating
Through the realms of infinity
Define me or not
It is as you say
We all must deal
With each other's soul
Lest we unlock
Our inner demon

Sculpted

Images of you
Supplanted
And vortexed
Through translucent
Dreaming of the past's
Bright futures
Of a day in the sun
With the land at your back
And the ocean at your feet
Or a dinner hot on the table
But it's all washed away
Like so many tears
When you lie on the bed
And give up your last breath
And are gone.

Moving

Quzzical sparrows
And rusting wheel barrows
All roped into service
By the old whirling dervish
Atleast so it seems
As the uphostry goes flying
Out through the window
And into the waiting
Van out below
For another long round trip
To the waiting home
To where we wish to go.

Dying by degrees

Lake-side residences glow
In reflected starlight
And the rustling waves below
Whisper out into the night
But I'm wandering through the trees
On a lost and lonely path

I won't cry tomorrow's tears
Though all light bleeds away
All sorrow finds an outlet
Maybe I'll find mine today

Upper-crust

You've been decorating my thoughts
These past few months
Like a dew drop
On a fern frond.

Sorry Till Next Time

Blank angel-face dancing before me
Like a kaleidoscope of broken dreams
And promises on the lawn
Another yesterday's argument
And she says "Sorry till next time,
I'll make it up to you,
Till next time"

Breakfast in bed, or a slave labour day
Currents lurking beneath, its difficult to say
Which way the wind is blowing
And whether she's turned away
And she says "See you later"
Silhouetted by light
She is gone.

The Mean Sleep

The dream sleep comes to you
Shows you how to be a better man
But your falling from a skyscraper
And you're wondering if you can
Fly away for another dream
Perhaps where oceans
Frame the scene
And lap against the sandy shore
To lull you into peace once more.

Where have you come?

Lamplight falls
On heaven's shores
Drinking life's long dream
Felicitous
And conspiritous
To manchurian extreme

Stolen Comfort

Wind-shown, brow-bent
Strident, heaven-sent
Leave the floor
The way it was
Tooth and comb
Slick as a brick.

Dry Eyed Terror

The quiet children on my floor
With bovine eyes they close the door
And leave me all alone once more.

Inside a TV leaps to view
Almost old and almost new
Hiding from the naked truth

Through the ceiling dusts a thud
The neighbours screaming out for blood
The tranquil pool is churned to mud

Out the lift and down the street
Gutters cleanse my sinful feet
And those of friends I've yet to meet

Splashing through the parking lots
Of executives and city cots
In a shower of heaven-send drops

Till at last silence once more
Capsuled by the oaken door
Frees the pity kept in store
For the quiet children on my floor

Soul Music

Up the treacle laden path
To the uncle drinking math
And he's handing the smoking gun
To the neighbourly government
Entangled to the opperator
Possessing refridgerator.

Silicon Chips

She was strong
In my arms
A sunken colony
A drunken diver
Beneath the backlit sea

She was strong
In our eyes
A force unto herself
A tired tornado
Only to fall so far

She was weak
In our eyes
Sprawled on the floor
Gasping for air
And we would not help her,

A Truism Anthem

Make me a statement
That's always the same
A truism anthem.

Many Thanks

Polymorphism
Take him to the show
Bowing and waving
Eyes shut stride forwards
Embrace the silent crowd
How many modes?
Vibrating through time
Waterskiis and electrolyte
To battery power success.


The day is long
And I am lost


To polymerise infinity
And pour it into the sea.


The pamphlet woman
Cowled in shadow
Spoke double math.


Rotate your life
A vision in blue
I am the knife
A vision of you
Drives me to sleep
To the hum of the
Engine

To Noone

The weather never
Halts its weary tred
And shivering in extacy
My footsteps echoed by the sea
I'm silhouetted
By the wounds I've bled
Those silent happy memories
Are slipping now away from me

The days bleed by
In parties all night long
The words that spoke of innocence
Are lying dusty on the shelf
A simple smile
A shoulder to cry on
Are long departed: Rest in peace
I'll wake you no more from your sleep

Bandwidth

Zero hour nine AM
A bolt of thought
Lightning-strikes
The dusty ceiling
Of my fixed abode
To the sultry cries
Of the flute and oboe
Accompanied on
The bongo drums

Eyes Forwards

I'll take a path
Tommorrow's come
And washed away
All meaning
I don't realise
Where I am heading
Until too late.

Fjourding pastures
Of jaded green
On a haphazard
Life-like submarine
Am I all I seem?
Take three
And see me again
In the morning.

A Break Through the Eyes of a Window.

Clouds crowd growling
At the muffled passers by
Footsteps slowly eaten
By the cottoned mist of rain

Eyes wide open
A concrete and metal
Testament to the enduring
Human surprise

Computer humming
Behind a flashing screen
Eyes turn to measure time
And back to work again.

The Open Seas

The sailor made the weather
Like a feather dancing on the end of his cap
Aghast against the ocean
His devotion like a river of molten life
That teemed into his dreams
Bursting at the seams with a holy, zealous fire
Till atlast it bubbled over
This naval rover could no more stand its sting
He took the final plunge
A desperate lunge at the quiet on the far side of dreams

The April Chronicles

April
Through the mountains
And the streams
Answer me

April
Through a book
Cover to cover
Speak to me

April
Through the look
In your eye
Comfort me

I Won't Drink It

It all depends
On midnight treats
Where lamplight falls
Beneath slippered feet
And plodding gently home
On a whim of chance
Betwixt ample companions
Of the imagination
Supported by a spinning world
Encased in dim starlight
If I blink or get turned about
I'm not coming home tonight
But for a more exotic destination
To wake up oblivious
And in agony
Tonight
I won't drink any more

I am Staff

Welcome friend and
Compatriot, fellow
Cypriot in our Hellenist
Endevour
We shall harness you
Like the power of the
Waves grinding the shore
Forever

I am staff
Staring at the sea
I am staff
Beneath the halls of bone
Strung up for all time
On the fragrant whims of chance
Asleep no more to dream
And be one again
With the unknown.

Rollercoaster Dream

It is a real-life portrait
Of everything that's on late
Shining on your TV screen
I thought you were quite irate
At being forced into fate
Like a roller-coaster dream

You said you didn't know it
That's why you never show it
Even when you want to scream
You think it's like a movie
The music is quite soothing
Like a roller-coaster dream

The world is full of yesterdays and tomorrows, but there is only one today.

The world is full of yesterdays and tomorrows, but there is only one today.

Please

Talk about common sense
And I will show you the news
Blaring on the screen
Where they tell us
All we need to know
Are we laughing at ourselves,
Or only at the simpletons in the screen
(It could be me, it could be you)
Who can say
Let him with pure eyes
Cast the first glance.

To an Anonymous Friend

The night is rife with song
Hanging by a tender thread
A cinder ready to spark
And you and I are lost
In the stream in which we flow

Laughter by the gallon
And stories in their swarms
Eddy on around us
Like a twig lost in a storm
Till land is lost from sight

But keep your eyes on the horison
Because that is where I'll stand
With my watchful eye upon you
And a cup of water in my hand

Off into the darkness
Boldly forth into the unknown
Tell me wanderer do you realise
Where it is that you are gone,
With your swaying foot-step tread?

I'll be waiting just outside
And tapping on the glass
To stave away disaster
Till danger sweeps on past
And you are not grounded.

This House Looks Bigger from the Front.

Looking through the window
And the rainbow glass
That reminds me of my dusty past
Or a rainbow tomorrow
I'm too scared to turn around
This house looks bigger from the front.

When You Come

Life's a bit of wait and see
When you come
Like a flock of birds
Or an aeroplane
On a windy day
To land on my front step.

I'll glide gently to and fro
Like a breeze
In a little rowboat
And you rock me to sleep
Or to laughter
As the sky scudds by.

When you come
You sing to me
Voices of a thousand harmonies
And a safe harbour
With the salty wind
For company.

Hah, I have not posted in an unholsome while. This is due to all sorts: exam time sucking, busyness and general kerfuffling about. Such a pity. I hate to leave many days unposted.


Memory Graft

There are times when I remember you
At the beach by the pier
In a broken down summer
That stretched on for years
I remember the laughter
I remember the waves
And I wish that I could just
Cut it away

Tsunami has washed me
Past the breakers
That broke me
Now I am alone at sea
With memories for company

Purple-black Haze

There's a purple-black haze
Alseep on my plate
A bruise rising from the lake
Of rippling ink on my page

It has a life of its own
This quiescent beast
A malevolent scene
Spring-loaded to unfold

Whispering sage truths
Like the corner of a building
Hiding the unseen
In a scrawling of muse

And I perch, forcing
Recalcitrant brain
More facts to contain
And not leak like rusted plumbing

But exhaustion rises
Like a purple-black haze
To drive me beneath the rippling waves
Where consciousness flits away
To its own devices.

Born on Time

At a blurring run
Through the match-stick crowd
Starring, blank faces
As you pass swiftly by
To the dissinfected sanctums
And a hospital bed

A work HalfDone

There were times when I'd find myself waking
To shadows of morning light
and the birds overhead kept on calling,
Haunting me all through the night
Then I found you and everything unwound

chimney smoke
and you spoke
driving away hunger
like the breath of life
whispering in my ears
tingles down my spine

Acidify

You're not a ship
To carry me
When the weather's rough
And raging
You're not a dream
To fade away
The minute I come
To waking
Like the morning fog
But you are gone

Somebody says something
And inside turns out
And I'm on my feet
Running like a dead man
Is that the future
At the tunnel ending
Or only the bright prelude
To the end?

This is not a day
For tears
Nor a night for
Farewells
You are not the one
Who has broken my world
But you are not the one
To sew it back again.
You are my daylight
As I hold you in my arms
And gently let you go

Somebody says something
And inside turns out
And I'm on my feet
Running like a dead man
Is that the future
At the tunnel ending
Or only the bright prelude
To the end?

Military Tirade

The clouds scudd low
Missiling home
The thousands of dots
Lit up by their life
Flickering on the screen
Of the trigger-happy man
In-charge and out of control
They think they are silent
Unseen as ghosts
And they are wrong
As the sky screams
And day dawns for a split second
They are made silent as ghosts

Taxi Stand

Chaos reigned from the tubulent sky
This mortal coil simply won't conduct
Left with only the view of my mind's eye
Silence is just one more terror to subtract

Harmonica

Through the viscous urban streets
Dancing like a dream unleashed
Up the stairs and through the door
Roped in silence to the floor
Gliding, hazed and barely felt
The mist of rain from winter pelt
Settling in warmth before the fire
To the call of the harmonica.

Fond Farewell

Playing tic-tac-toe on the edge of your patience

Your're running in circles not keeping your station

And I'm by myself

The man at the top will give you a courtmartial

The man below will just roll his eyes like

You're a crazyman with iron balls

But you really don't care at all.

It' the end of the road pal, it's been a nice journey

And it's time now to salvage your past you've been mourning

Like a dying man

Your hopes and your dreams lie dead on the carpet

You're practically screaming "It's never been like that

It's time for you to leave!

I'll see you when I do"

I won't be long

The words always come out wrong.

Climbing up the Walls

You fall alseep by the telephone
And your stoic misperception
Is climbing out through the window
Of your planned misconception

The hall lights flicker down low
Like a man playing base
You must take care not to overthrow
You'll get blood all over the place

You can scream and run
There's no escape
Everywhere you blunder
There's no escape
You're climbing up the walls

I believe in a happy future
Where you are nought but a memory
And I'm not afraid to suture
And cut you away from me

The phone-line's ringing dead
And the voices in your head
Are crying out for redemption

You can scream and run
There's no escape
Are you having fun
There's no escape
You're climbing up the walls

On my Mind

The inside is calling
And I cannot resist
It's telling me everything
The inside is calling
And I'm falling asleep
Behind the wheel
Of my motorvehicle
To which truth will I awake?

I'm coming inside
Palms out, arms up
You have nothing to fear
I just want to know
What its like to be you.

Outside its raining
And I'm never coming back
I've turned from the past
And embraced the future
Blind as a bat

Give the People What they Want

We've all been once
To the tip of the world
Where to go on
Is to go back
Am I goods undeclared?

Your smile brightens
My dull day
And I am enamelled
Against a lonely night
But am I rent in arrears?

Shaken faith and
Doubtful sound
Speak gracefully
And you shall hear
I will always be there.

Hollow Thudding Christmas Pudding

Any other day
Is an opening of possibilities
I'm stranded at the crossroads
A fire-flash in the heavens
And we are made anew
Beneath the dazzling starlight
Or the scratching breathing
Of a pre-dawn jogger
Running from yesterday
Or towards tommorrow

And he will take the workload
Though it will bury him
On his youthful shoulders
Like a mountain
Like a fountain
Flowing up the slope
Again the rain
Cascading down your temples
Annoints you for procession
And the people bow
Like waves on the sea shore
Like a stalwart cedar
You will be worn away.

And the strain overtaking
Like a runnaway train
Holding onto the railing
Lies and malformed truths
Rising up like the plague
To carry you
Where you wish not to go
And he will take the workload
Though it will swallow him whole
On his tired shoulders
Like a volcano
Like the universe
Is starting to implode
And the rain this time
Will arrive to late
Only to find he has met his fate
And won free.

Brittermark

With voice fragile as a china doll
And eyes wide as full moons
She crept onto the gaping stage
To overtake her doom
The rows of teeth stretched before her
Eager for the tender kill
Silent as a sickly lamb
She held her world to stand-still
And the first wavering note
Clove the air from ear to ear
Holding breaths in united pause
That all the earth might hear

"Let the children rise
And kiss the rosy dawn
To dance from hill
To shining sea
Forever more in peace "

Calfs screaming for sweet release
A mirage of rainbow and sun
She danced before them
As light and shadow joined as one
Tender as the night-stars
Blinking in morning light
They witnessed all a miracle
The dying dove took flight
And left them glued breathless
To confining leather seats
Staring blankly from their cages
To where joy and sorrow meet.

"Let the children rise
And kiss the rosy dawn
To dance from hill
To shining sea
Forever more in peace "

Holy Haiku

God shines from pulpit
Abraiding black yesterday
Forging me anew.



"Bow down to our gods!"
There is one God alone, He
Saves me from shipwreck.



Trusting in God, I
Tread my feet through dark places
I am not afraid.



Gas wheezes, flames, glows
Cleansing away outer chill
But inside untouched.



In church quietly sit
And attend to chastening words
Or write poetry.

Dinosaurs with Knives

Fake plastic horror
Is stitched together
With frayed cords of plot
Under a blackened moon
That shines until noon
And a man who's actually not
But he scares us to death
He scares us to death
And I'll run away.

He drives like a crazy man
An irrational metal fan
Howling and screaming at us
Can we run any faster?
Cause we know what he's after
And I'd like not to expose my guts
He has a knife
He's got a knife
He's got a knife
And I'll run, away.

It's all through the looking glass
The terror is bound to pass
When the music quiets down
But sometimes it never goes away
And it plays for day after day
Till we're stuck and the sun's gone down
He'll kill us all
I'll run away
He'll kill us all
And what's the point
Anyway?

Tomorrow's Tidings

Citizens beneath street-lamps
Straining to the chords of war
To the roar of destruction
Pacing the rubbled streets
Snatching away sleep
Voice rends the night air
"I will erode you into nothing"

Treason, Eventually.

Courtsign flashing
Bee-boppin' through town
Take us all to the cleaners
Lawyered up and ready
For the noon-time glare
Of camera flash
Until you've lost your way
Or am I lost already
Staring blankly at a wall
Of the common citizen
You left me behind
When we went our seperate ways
I have no plea
But the wire-tap in my head
Yelling out orders at the top
Of metaphorical lungs
Do you ever even tire
Of looking down from on high?
Or are we mere mortals
Slowly succumbing
Under a killer sky?

Bees Knees

When the lulling ocean
Drapes sunlight silk
And red-hued sand
Sifts slowly through
The pulling fingers of tide
Greedily snatching
Further up the dry land

Gulls swoop lazy
Like sardines in a can
Diving to the trash-clogged
Rusted bin, squacking
Like excited toddlers
Only to be shooed
By panting joggers
Collapsing for a rest
In the sucking morning air

The Difference Between Drinking and Getting Drunk

When you say no tomorrow
The headlights coming on
You're screaming round in circles
And comaed on the lawn
Alone but for a headache
That hangs around all day
Afraid they're gonna lock you up
And throw away the key

The stars they look so peaceful
Despite their bleeding lights
You say, sprawled on the pavement
Throughout the fogfilled night
To wake up in a golfcourse
With an empty cardboard box
Mad, deprived and driven
To fit the keys into the lock

Its no better to remember
Than tomorrows angry glare
Beaming down from cursed heavans
Couldn't reality dissappear
For just one cool, dark second
Instead of tearing through your skull
With furious determination
In your tiny pinpoint hell

Are you screaming at the universe?
Are you feeling better now?
Do you want to dissappear completely
And never again be found?
The answers come up short
When you're looking through the drink
Until you know the difference between
Drinking and getting drunk.

The Difference Between Drinking and Getting Drunk

The sidewalks ring hollow
Beneath heavy-booted feet
Like singing to the sunset
While stumbling through the streets
Time flies like eagles
On golden-feathered wings
Away like breeze

You dance through the people
They swear at your back
Youre pushing and shoving
Do you even know it yet?
Or is the moon only rising at night
In complete duplicate
Haloing your vision

Laughter turns the circle
To flying fits of rage
Against the machine
Against yourself
A mental bubonic plague
But I wouldn't worry 'bout it
It's all gone by morning

Life in Pieces

You throw your childish tantrums
Beaming anger in your wake
You set about to prove me wrong
Only to prove me right again.

Screaming at the universal
Emptiness, like you inside
Are there stars twinkling in your soul?
Are you more than meets the eye?

Here I know that I lost you
Plotting courses to galaxies
To paintbrush-strokes of strobing light
As alone as one person can be

I could let you go so gently
On the rippled surf of time
To drift away slow and sullen
Because you were never really mine

Did it occur you'd miss the mark
Could you be sure you were shooting for
Anything more substantial than phantasms
Conjured up from the bedroom floor?

As you hang there half awake half asleep
One step from the thundering cliffs
I distance myself from your self-destructions
Watching your life cut adrift

Let the leaping waters cover me
I can look you in the eye
I am noone's final sunset
I am noone's last goodbye.

Ranged Rover

Pull me down
And the wool over my eyes
Will sing of sweeter mercies
That have been undone
As we float apart
In the raging river
Tell me if I ever
Was someone
At all

Fly me a kite
Over the ocean
Handed down softly
From father to son
Like a bagpipe dream
Drifting down on the breeze
Surely the clouds only
Hide the sun

The Ballad of Dwight Fry

He simply sat there sat there
By himself, alone
But for the frantic screaming
Of his scratched cell phone
As time dripped slowly
And wettly from the roof
Of the overhang overhead
And onto his polished boot
He shuddered slightly
With each indrawn breath
As if trying madly
To triumph but the rest
Had drawn him to his knees.
Till finally the screaming
He answered.

You malign me completely
Mister, won't you reconcider?
My fortune's on the stake,
And it's time to make or brake.

Into the barren sunlight
Like a shoestore that's been robbed
Glass crunching beneath is shoes
Striking him as odd
The curvature of breeze
As it whickered through the trees
Undying hunter that
Would drag him to his knees
Again, and delving deeply
Where his personality hides
Afraid of the light that says
The future is coming on
Fatally.

Sitting on a parkbench
A smile rides his lips
Curled into a snarl
That launched a thousand ships
Towards the equator
Around and around
"Are you lost?", cried the curator
As he parrused through his grounds
Eyeing him thoughtfully
"Or mearly waiting to be found"
"Sir", he mumbled gruffly
"Can there be tomorrow
For one such as I?"
Staring intently at the anthill
Swarming at his feet
"Sirrah, it is clear to me,
That you'll simply have to wait and see."

Cerebrity of Thought

You cut me so deep
Like third degree burns
I don't even bleed
You have cauterised me
Skinned like a cat
Hung out to dry
But you'll be home soon
A tsunami, a typhoon
And I am washed ashore
On a deserted isle

Sunset days and guile
Hovering like fire-flies
Taunting the darkness
Time's up I guess
And tomorrow's over
Already down the drain
Gurgling softly
Into the murky past

Two Week Snow Man

Jumping under the train
Relieving the weight
Jumping the gulch
Underneath everytime

You think to much
Asking questions of the sky
Flying high over the sun
You are bound to fall

Shakedown

Into the crossfire
Dazzling the street
Maligning the neighbourhood
For everyone to see
Dancing like a dying man
Through the shadow seas
And into the sunset

Doors thumping on hinges
Spraypainted with ichor
Stop and stare at passers by
For though they die to know more
Learning has been locked away
The learned bleeding on the floor
Do you ask what is wrong?

Nothing is out of the oridnary
This is a shakedown
Get your loved ones to safety
This is a shakedown
We can make it easy
But you can make it hard
Do you want to see tomorrow?
Then we humbly suggest
You start running

Venetian Sunset

Hills cut out of the clouds
Houses like fireflies dot
The light and shade
Congeeled from billowing
Greyness silhoueted
By flaming irridecence
Kissing the horison
In tearsome farewell
Chill tears of parting
Sift down from the heavens
To send sadness rippling
Through grey-scale world

Winter Dream

Snow drifts fitfully
Rivers of the Antarctic
Washing filth away

Imposing Imposter

Jingle bells, snow falling, cascading
In a myriad dancers
Each to their own tune, on a fuse
Set by the screaming light overhead
A melange of streaming blazes
Luminous and bold
In the clouded skies above
Twinkling like stars
In telescopic view
To pile high like mountains
Purification from the sky

Hippie Neanderthal

He sits beside me
A stream of angry words
Flowing down my ears
Screaming to be heard
And writing down his thoughts
He learns his wayward way
And strolling through the fields
Of electro-conductivity
He is become a better person

Emotion Sensitive

Daylight through the shades
Is often blinded to the truth
As you eye up the walls
In the corners of your room
And the singsong on the radio
Is not playing your tune
And the weather reports
Predict raining till noon.

The flies on the wall
Staring blankly into space
Like tiny winged vacuum
Cleaners humming about the place
And you are left illumined
By the television's glare
That does little to hide
Your tear-streaked face

Turning off the TV
To go face the world
Shotgun in hand
And standard unfurled
Revenge on the parasites
Whose talons are curled
Around your heart and soul
As everything swirls
Into meaninglessness

Zealot Tidings

Frog's gone and jumped in a lake
Brimming with sadness and diving
Deeper than he'd ever been
Laughing so softly and nigh on unseen
He trimmed the verges at the lake bottom
Dodging the jestam and flotsam and rotton
Discardations of our nations in their sullen heap
Till he met the fairy queen and fell fast asleep
All alone in a cage by the lake

A Player's Guide to Narcolepsy

Wake from the nightmare, the wind has died away
The air is filled with the dark
You and me, asleep on the train
Wondering where we are
And you keep dreaming
You're leaving me alone
Falling from heaven
Plunging like a stone
Into the icy ocean
Into the great unknown

Shivers and groans, the sleepers symphony
And scratchings on the wall
Breathing so slow, afraid that you might leave
Or you're not here at all
While I keep dreaming
I toss and turn again
Seeing you leaving
An electrode in my brain
Tired of needing
And exhausted from the pain

Ticking away the hours down from midnight
A silence full of sound
And shadows at the edge of sight
Gone when I look around
But you keep dreaming
Where nothing bad can find
And time is screaming
Into my aching mind
I guess I'm leaving
You away behind

But its all for your good
The demons are sure
To follow
Me

Necrolepsy

When the sky
Bundles me over
The grassy bank
Into the river
Swollen with fire
That's ice in my veins
Till I am dragged under
Alseep with the dead

fggfd

Weaving through the groves
Of dimly-lit functionaries
Luminous and multiplex
In their self-esteemed offices
And the bushes crowding round
Obscure the past from view
Like running through a waterfall
Only not emerging clean
Soap suds and cameras
Shining down like stars
Thinking what does this all mean?
Turning through corridors
Leading to wells ever upwards
And sentences blend into words
That spell doom for tomorrow
So stay awhile and take the test
It'll all be for the best for you
You see, you cannot hope to be
More that one dimension.

Craving justice or righting wrongs
Cool, paranoid, or full of song
Swinging down from trees
Meet reality on the subway
Hanging out the taxi window
Winking, and humming slowly
Even as I trawl through
Oceans of thought, oppinion
And unjustified fact
Prison and seldom
A man could look back
And smile at the future
Or maybe the past
I maybe unsure,
I can't tell, I'll just ask
And worship the printout
Like a primeval god
Can't you see I am so afraid I am
Just another one dimensional person?

The Talented Noone

Flag-waving, crowd stamping
Progress gaining through the storm
Of people cheering, dissapearing
Inside the confines of the tented room

Colours flashing, air vibrating
With the facade of the rainbow
Thrilling all to wonderment screaming
At the soaring center of the show

To noone crying, plumed and flying
Ascended above a sea of opened mouths
Each show endures a little more dieing
Till supplies finally run out.

Amalgamation

Winding down slowly onto the taxicab-way
Waving down a passing motorist
With dust-smeared palms
He trundles his life to the end of the page
And breaks down, a gibbering mess
Losing all semblance of calm
And the grim-turning beat of progress
Sweeps his unprotetsting form
To the gurgling gutters
Beside his tattered briefcase and Sunday best
A figure of muted sorrow, a warn-
ing of how fast close the shutters.

Guessing Games

Dancing, easy listening
Its a long walk home
You are eyeing up the sidewalk
You are singing sofly to the rain
As you idle gently by
The glassed-up shoe stores
With managers slumping
Bored the rain has washed away
Their valued custom
But you are singing softly to the rain
You are feeling whole and well again
You are looking like you hibernated
For a year to let it all drift by
All skull and bones and driftwood
And the music pumping through your veins

Subterranian Dolphin

Swim lowly porpoise
With a job for the Clippers
And a life-time of worry
Compressed in an instant
Into heart blooming joy
On the waves of the ocean
Fly free and unshackled
Through the seas of air
And laughing in clicks
Totalitarian mimics
To show us the way

Normative

Define for me
Everything
From the circling clouds
To the birds that sing
And tell if they
All fit to facts
A managarie
Of useless stats
And if they don't
Dance to your tune
Can't you just listen?

Sheap-skate
 
Salvation army petshop
Is opening it doors
Taking in the strays
Take away my innermost
Till I am run dry
Lying on the asphalt
And smiling at the
Twinkling heights
All over life inside
As the ground kisses
Plastic wheels
In the grinding of time.

Forced Aquiescance
 
Suicide aveneu
Outside my appartment
Appart from any obligations
Life is never repeating
Some things are only done once
And you can't look back
The mirror stares harder some mornings
And some mornings I break.

The frost it settles
Down on my lawn
A crystal sheet
To hide yesterday
Till the sun comes up
And washes us away

 

 

Conducting Polymers
 
Polymer's conduct
Charge in distortions flowing
Rivers of power
(or - like love in my bath)

The Lesser Peace
 
Sometimes stringing strings
Together in a knot
Just ties you all up
And takes up all your time.
Sometimes singing songs
Forever like you've got
All the time in the world
Is like strolling through a mine
Field and never looking back.

 

Living in Livid Success.
 
Pattering drops slide
Silent like melancholy
Down the weeping glass

Ready as I'll Ever Be.
 
Train station
Leaving fast
Vacation
Have a blast
Times running
Out so long
As I'm standing
Holding on
To the rail.

Jump-roping
For your heart
Skip-lightly
Make a start
Eyes forwards
Thoughts behind
You'll be alright
So never mind
The back-trail.

Spin-talking
On a break
Tires squealing
Through the day
Screams starting
To remain
Etched silent
In my brain
I have failed.

A Pim About Love
 
  llama I have you,
llama I want you
to come over here
 and sing our song
 llama I have to
llama, I need now
to go over hill
 and find what we’ve lost
             
(and sinking slowly)
                       
                        llama you are me
                        llama cant you see
                        llama I am lost
                        without your pretty face
                        llama it is true
                        llama I need you
                        llama you can do
                        nothing wrong for me
                        all that I can see           
                        is your beautiful face

 and so it appears 
I cant, hide the tears
they bleed from my eyes
 in saddened streams
 and what have I done?
I can’t see the sun
this planet I am on
 is bereft of you!
           
(and sinking slowly)     
                       
                        llama you are me
                        llama cant you see
                        llama I am lost
                        without your pretty face
                        llama it is true
                        llama I need you
                        llama you can do
                        nothing wrong for me
                        all that I can see           
                        is your beautiful face
 

Ralph and the Underdog
 
Oh, its a jello-teen world
With a trampoline spotlight
Singing down to us in love
Will we ever look above
The sedimentary ordinary?
Oligo-personalities
Caroom every-which-way
Like the sheep said to the zebra
"Why the long face?"
And the cheesy mexican buffet
Idled past on the way to the corner
Beside the beef side
Where the apple trees lie
And cover their dealings
In an ocean of rye
Grass blossoming to the horisons
Taking the smell of a half-baked idea
And thrusting it under the pent-up
Nostrels of an overbearing syllibance
"Dance monkey, dance!"
Cry the flippant-naysayers
Decrying their own special justice
For a meager half-price.
"Will we dance or won't we?"
Meandering the hobnobbing
Hairbrained tortise
And smiling all the while.

Rodregez Rodregez Rodregez Smith
 
It is easy to fall apart
When you are balancing chairs
And the day is shining bright
On the lawn outside
 
Shaking out a laughter bout
With incumbant friends
And the girl next door
Eying up the linoleum
 
We should take a break
Today as I say that way
We'll be lost in a jungle
Beneath furniture tumble

Popcorn
 
Silence, and the movie rolled
The credits sank through the floor
And the lights gently dimmed
Simmering into soft darkness
 
She sat there beside me
Interposing beauty
On the refurbished furniture
Breathing quiet anticipation.
 
Butter coated, golden toasted
Dyed wood pulp bag ensconsed
Apportioned abundance
Of delicately posed sylvan figure.
Connects our cushioned seats
 
Screenplay dances ever onwards
Eyes never leave the sparkling screen
Except occasional glances
At eyes that shimmer crystalline
And a laugh as pure as the rain.
 
Ending credits waterfall
And I'm begging time to freeze
As this moment dissolves in my grasp
And the ubiquitous breeze
Of change relegates it to memory
 
Of butter coated, golden toasted
Dyed wood pulp bag ensconsed
Apportioned abundance
Of delicately posed sylvan figure.
That joined our cushioned seats.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Drunken Monkey
 
Jumping tiger
Breaks another
Find yourself sitting
With your brother
And you're happy.
 
Flinging dirt
At angry shirts
That shout so loud
It really hurts
To see them.
 
Jumping down
To china town
You find the gutter
All your own
To lie in.
 
And you'll be given time
To make something of yourself
And you can join the dance
As we parade around the floor
Evermore.
 
Drinking up
The empty cup
Craving for more
Till you throw up
Unconsceous.

Eliza Minnelle

Wander by the streamlets
And the paths that meander
Haphazard across the tilled
Earth and gently waving
Crests of barley and wheat.
You shall spy the chilled
Heat of summer swooping
Down from the sky to beat
Upon your brow. Thrilled
With the breeze gently hooping
Through the auburn trees
And frollicksome sheep
As they graze away their days.
But you will not find her there.

Take to the mountains
Grasping hands of the earth
Straining ever heavenwards
Sweating with snow
Covered crown of splendor
Shining in the autumn drawn
Illumination. A diffuse glow
And drawing minds to wonder
At the lofty mistique borne
On the howling winds that blow
And sing to the hilltops yonder
With hollow voice and mellow
Tone so as to placate
The peaks in the absense of her.

Into the borrough
And the quaint fishing town
Life flowing like treacle
Like the lifeblood of trees
As the seas rage against
The sandstone steepled
By endless agression. To see
Such a silent testiment
A eddying current of people
File past, just to be
Muted in wonderment
Children against the frosted
Distant sky skudding above
Reaching down. And she is not here.
 
To the buds of dawn
And the blossoming laughter
Of life in its first wobbly steps
Wide-eyed, terrified,
Joy and sapient vigor
And rich colours laid to rest
Awaken to delight the eyes
Look to the flowers in splendor
Striving ever to glow the best
And sweet perfume flies
The senses to dumfound with candor
And musical laughter
Like the gurgling of the brook
You turn, and she is there. 
  

Take Me Like the Finish

The trees and their eyes in yellowed surprise They sparkle and dazzle and delicately fly.
I wander the path, that I’ve never seen before, I am knowing the way, back to the door
To the step where you left me, to find something more, than a Nile of tears that has run itself dry

The grass and the birds seem to vibrate with life, and the waterfall sings as I’m passing it by, the sky sapphire blue, has a harmonic hue, yet the tension inside can be sliced with a knife.

Like a doorstop in front of an oncoming train I’m so unprepared for a life in the rain
Where the world seems so hollow, despite how it appears, and everything’s perishing into flame.

Ill build a house of bricks, and lollypop-sticks in the hope you’ll come visit, when its time to warm the house. When the echo’s of life out-of-doors, will find its way out.

Deceased man’s slumber, on a storm tossed ship. Motionless, calm, as the crewmembers swarm, up ropes and overboard. There’s a smile etched on his face when the planking-boards rip.

And so endless sorrows are passing me by, like the waterfall not long ago inside my mind’s eye, sitting on the mailbox, waiting till the man comes, to re-attach me to the sapphire sky, the trees and their eyes in yellowed surprise, will witness my passing in smooth, graceful flight.

Leather Jacket

Carefree caressing the nameless denial,
That quenches the soul with demon spawned bile
Epitome of hateful and lusting regret,
To seldom forgive and never forget,
Stolen dreams ride on waves of dead pleasure,
Love gone so long that it is barely remembered
But still live continues as it has as of yore,
Trials and errors to be brought before,
Humanities judges, corrupted old fools
Decrepit, despising desirous of the jewels
Of power they cling to with an inhuman grasp
Till life falls away, and death comes atlast.
To take all they lived for and turn it to nothing.
Fearful and hateful, in their own emotions drowning
Spitefully struggling and causing a riot,
Till they are all dragged down, and everything’s quiet.

Fanciful Free

"Let the children sing"
Cried the charioteer
Careening through the sands
Past the marking pier
Laughing like a hyena
He gripped the reigns
In battle-scarred claws
Blood-screaming veins
Protruded from his arms
As they flailed his steads
Through another turn
And into the lead.
The chariots behind
Collapsed into maelstrum
As if by design
Tuned to the drum-
Beat of the hooves
Round the stadium track
Perfectly timed moves
Cheers at his back
Another victory
For his tally
And another race to forget
For his opponents
Though they tried their best
They are no match
For the greatest
Stadium charioteer
For two hundred years.



Maybe I'll do the prequel tomorrow

Four Walls and a Window

Aesthetically
The world is as it should be
As you flow into the room
Your eyes catch the light
And you are gone to soon.

Pathetically
Only gaping and staring
Silent and nervous
Of the world around
Completely oblivious

Telepathically
Crying out to you
As though to force
You to stay another moment
To enjoy your presence.

Cynically
Hiding in a hole
A third-person personality
As though it never mattered
When it always has to me.

Sad Song in a Minor Key

Appostraphy
Looking down at me
From skyward heights
While here below
Young and old
Belt out tunes
On a highwire.

Asterix
What did I miss?
Were you at the show
Where we reigned, I know
You were lovesick
And missed the trick
When you got into your flow

Adjoining word
Have you heard
The kerfufel downtown
As the Saint Swithen's Day clown
Has broken his skull
Like an appocalypse gull
Flown down from the clouds.

Full stop
It's time to drop
And strike for
Equality The door
Lies open to us
The consumer race
And to hell with the poor.

Always Troubled

Are you in love?
It's hard to say
I'll take my olive branch
And fly away.
With promises
You left undone
Why did you take it for granted?
Now it's gone.
Were you awake
When the sky bloomed?
Have you taken a plane to heaven
And returned so soon?

Rollercoaster rides
Taking our money
Cause we're inside
Rollercoaster rides
Takes all our money
And our insides.

You'll find a tree
In jungle mess
It will show you all the visions
That you left
Behind the door
At the corner store
How did you not even notice
What you're looking for?
And in that grove
You'll start to sing
The sun beaming down from heaven
Forgiving everything.

Even rollercoaster rides
Roller coaster rides
Taking our money
We step inside
Takes all our money
And our insides.

It's always funny
From the inside
It's time for running
Cause you're inside.

William Hurst

He strolls down streets
And through the parkinglots
Lost in time
His boots thud quick, then stop
As he spies his nicoteine
Fix in a convenient package
Diving in and out again
Everything seems to blend
Until it all makes sence
To his calm and happy mind.

She came to you
The bedroom window through
Silhouetted
Against the waning moon
An owl's hoot broke
The silence and she spoke
Of machinations
That caught breath in the throat
And both fell silent
Any noise would feel like violence
A knife pricking in the skin
On an island
In the flows of time
Thoughts sublime
Floated freely
Through your minds.
And she left, as she came
Silence but for a whispered name
A cry against the dark, cold night
For the grief-torn mind to frame.

Thew world is all you must leave behind
She said as she strode the globe
Leaving in her wake, a procession of promises
And a husk of nothing I could not let go
As I turned to look away
Past the designs of another lifetime
Compressed into one trip to the moon
And a plot for peace when atlast I die.
There came a breeze from a hidden place
Upon the open earthen face
It hallowed and sanctified my pain
And put it aside for a brighter day
Where the thunder speaks only of distant rain.

'Would you jump, if I command?'
She said with her matter-of-fact expression
'You wear your life on your lips
And I will have none of that obsession.'
But I coulsn't help but laugh
As she had done not so long ago
It seems sometimes we still wear
The clothes we always meant to throw out.

Balinese Chopstick

Underneath and below
Taken off from earth
And all we know.
Its more than they deserve
Desert warfare
Below the seas
On the silty sand
WIll you stop to look at me?
Where do you stand?
Where do you stand?

Jumping box
Jump for me
I'm behind the bushes
Laughing at the sparrows
Staring down the barrel
A horrible way to go?

Noxious Weeds

Stranger on the water
Speaks of love and truth
Shows us all his power
As we hurl at him abuse.

Stranger on the river
Floating by on a boat
The sun is gone but not a shiver
Marks him on this road.

Stranger on the highway
We all pass him right by
He calls as we are on our way
But we hide from his knowing eyes

Stranger at the doorway
Asking to be let in
We tell him to go away
Because there's no trusting him.

Stranger on the cross now
Bleeding for our crime
As we witness endless giving
How can we remain the same?

Mr. Jingo's Smile

On a golden pool at sunset
On a movie-splendor ride
With a peanut-vender sidekick
The world just comes alive.
Would you throw away your freedom
For a shell of molten lead
Tearing through the atmosphere?
Or maybe through your head.
You know where that will leave you
Six feet underground
And it isn't overly pleasant
When you cannot make a sound

(quiet breathing)

He will come and take you
Take you very far away
Silence he will teach you
Silent you will stay
Eyes that notice everything
Lips that speak no wrong
Tell me are you terrified
Over where your life has gone?
Are you gutteral with fear
Are you quaking with remorse?
I tell you its too late for that
To late to take your horse (and run)

(footsteps in the night)

Eavesdrops dripping from the eaves
Leaves drop spinning from the trees
Are those your nightmare fantasies
Of what he's hiding up his sleeves?

(scream echoing down a corridor)

The air is beautiful tonight
The sky so full of colour
Dripping from the skylight
Down to our earthly palor.
We are of the heavans sailors
Or so we used to think
Before the realities of trailer
Park-life drove us to the drink.
And we saw diamonds night
And shadows in the day
Stalking close behind us
Waiting till we strayed

(sharp intake of breath)

Running gets you nowhere safe
Breaks squealing, earth spinning
You plunge down into the lake
You must have been dreaming
There can be no escape
One minute your atop your throne
The next you've lost all they can take
And you're wandering alone
Then he jumps you in the alley
And face-plant's you in the mud
As the shadows swarm around you
All calling for your blood

(sobs fading to silence)

Runnaway
Runnaway and forget
All that you never left
Behind you as you
Made your way through
The trodden paths
Of everyone
They led you there
And now your coming home
You're coming home.

(wind whistling gently through a bramble thicket)

Rubbish

The eyes in the box
The thoughts in the night
All watchers take warning
We run from the light
To the depths of the drawers
Insufferable, misserable
Calamity strikes
Over glass-calm waters.

Shake a stick
Shake a leg
Get a move on
Run to the hills
Flee to the mountains
And never return
Till the hills are drained dry
And our work here is done.

The Noon-time Demon

Romance killed
The colourful painter
At fouroclock
His nextdoor neighbor
Found him sprawled
Over the counter
Eyes like coins
Told a wonderful story
Ages ahead
But miles behind
I’m not sure I wonder
Whether he had made his mind
Was it his time to go?
You find the answer
On a train to Stockholm
Through the alps
Ontop of wasp stings
You have to put up with
The Cavalry storm
At the other end
It’s little wonder
You never seemed happy
Carrying your tool-box
Like it was the world
With an aluminum handle
Temples set watch
With eyes in their sockets
They found themselves
Racing away from the future
Screaming out in fear
Never before had they seen themselves
IN the mirror of
Other people’s minds..

Midsummer Night's Dream

The sun behind our backs
We took to wandering
Over the beach
With the tide coming in
And washing our feet.
We couldn't believe it.
Taking our shoes
From under the table
Singing the blues
At the top our lungs
We stopped for a breather

And we took to the skies
Flying beyond tommorow
We floated above
Yesterday's cares and concerns
We took to the skies
Sailing off into the sunset
Holding hands
We passed into the seas.

And the golden sun
Anointed the ocean
In a passionfruit glow
We felt that the world
Had spun a new rythme
The tides of the sea
Were all we laid eyes on
But for the waving grass
Mimicking peaceful surrender
To the clouds above
Smiling in granduer

And we took to the skies
Flying beyond tommorow
We floated above
Yesterday's cares and concerns
We took to the skies
Sailing off into the sunset
Holding hands
We passed above the seas.

The sun had set
And the deepening darkness
Did nothing to hide
Her beautiful eyes
Against the gilding of
The natural splendor
Of the crashing waves
We took to laughing
And rolling in the sand
The moon above, the earth below
We were where we belonged.

And we took to the skies
Flying beyond all tommorows
We drifted away
Soaring above all we knew
We took to the skies
Sailing off into the moonglow
Holding hands
We saw what the future brings

Is it over?

Marching through the wintercourse of daily life on the commencement of examlihood, one canst perhaps get a sounding for the deep sense of dread and awe that has overflown into the wellsprings of the university. Nothing does anymore, more like quitting and starting again. So much for early year promises of indulging in pre-exam period study, and for 'working hard all year long'. Sometimes it seems the year-long is so much longer.

And they sat there thinking that they had made some crazy mistake. Perched in the forefront of their vision, like a silent mockery of social and ecconomic justices many and varied, was the tyranical form of the exams. Hulking and huge, like a bohemoth that cannot be overcome, or the sacred piece of land loaned out to the underworthy. There is always so much to talk about, but environs always seem to end in a 'no but thanks for asking'. We could weave our entertainment into spasmodic melodies. Harmonies and symphonies, and taken aback, they lay there, half awake, half asleep. Chalk outlines on the lawn-and-concrete-surface of modern life. They twitter like hyperventilating sparrows and mock and jeer with rhapsodic voices. I wish, now, that I had last year all over again, as it was a wonderful year. Rueing, that is the word. And the work. Seems dissappointments always fail to make appointments, and they take it like the dead. Stoic and unfriendly, almost xenophobic, they stare across the vicious morass of a society they have so freely ammalgamated with. They dance aloud, always muttering about how surgery seems to take them that next step higher, nearer the clouds, closer to the sun that draws them like a fly to the trap.

It's almost Darwinian, if such a trend exists. No sooner is the flat pancake of life flipped than an almost anomalous visiter from another solar system is laid flat on their doorstep. Anxious. Vital. They measure their lives by the beating of their heart, and get scared when environmental noise pollution threatens their way of life. It is always nice to watch the butterfly emerge from it's coccoon, to flutter away in the breeze in its too-short life. But the more you think about it, the sadder it seems, till butterflies draw nought but tears from the sad faces they flutter past. But all things die, or so they have been led to believe. As they lay there, the checkerboard sunlight playing shadow puppets on their upturned faces. MAybe oneday they will be ready for the step ahead. Until then, they keep their heads down, close to their books in the futile hope that that day will not catch them napping.

Talk is Cheap, Obey Your Thirst

The sun came over
The same old hill today
And I rolled over
To turn my alarm clock off
Just as I did yesterday
And before that, who knows?

The wind blew through
The skeleton trees today
As I stood below the line
And hung out my washing
Just as I did last week
And perhaps even the week before..

I read a book
And it spoke to me of you
I turned the pages
And your face sprung into view
I'd turn around
But I'm afraid you're turning too
It looks like today
It's just a different shade of blue.

A stone clattered
Down the asphelt street today
I turned to see it pass
And it shattered at my feet
That didn't happen yesterday
I wonder what it means?

I read a book
And it spoke to me of you
I turned the pages
And your face sprung into view
I'd turn around
But I'm afraid you're turning too
It looks like today
It's just a different shade of blue.

I took a photo
Down from on my wall
Whenever I come in there
It always caught my eye
If I had speck of courage
I'd burn it in the flames
But I'm afraid I won't put it down
When you occupy my view

I read a book
And it spoke to me of you
I turned the pages
And your face sprung into view
I'm close to crying
Because I think you're crying too
Seems this day and every day
Keeps pointing back to you.

Chalkboards

His imagination took him places
He could scarsely believe what he saw
Through the window
An army of sand marching past
The totem poles to a lightning god
All linking hands.
As they filed past in grim succession
Arms reaching towards the sky
Which glared down in unbreachable torment
Through billowing clouds of light.

His imagination took him places
He would never admit to a soul
For the memories
Played subtle symphonies in his mind
Sorrow and joy mingling
Like falling tears
They watered the earth till green exploded
The scenery like bubonic plague
And was washed away
By the upwelling colour of life
Neverending, its quest to overwhelm the eyes.
Till quenched humming spoke to him
Of journeys over, and arrival home.

Speed of Light

Seven o'clock, lying on the carpet
Gazing at the ceiling scroll-work
Time idles by in syrup slowness
And the world catapults around the sun.
Shadows fade, to pastel shadings
Softening the sharpened sunlight
As it cascades angularly
Through the open window.
The breeze plucks a silent tune
On the billowing curtains
The air breathes the warmpth of companionship.
And I am not alone on the luxurios floor.
A cat stretched out in the daylight
And the universe seems right.

Depths Lurk Within

just today, i strived, and lo, the toast of an single piece didst become blackened like the night. And up from the fiery tumult there arose a choking darkness the likes of which the eyes of man have not seen before nor shall see again. And a third of the kitchen was blotted out in darkness from the rising of the sun till it reaches its zenith. And all the peoples cried out in despair, "Damn, that was my breakfast!"

Jandel's from another Time

Explosions rock
The basement floor
And we are struck
By the everpresent 'Your'
Like you own the world
And you rule it all
With an iron fist and
A rubber ball.

You sat on a roof-top
Idling time
Away, and we
Never catch your rhyme
Like you whistle
A different tune
Hovering slightly
On a trip to the moon.

And I said
"We should go
Take a turn by the lake"
You just laughed
Then you left
Us to mill in your wake
And so I
Never forgive myself
For doing you wrong
And laughing when you told me
You life is a song

I'm starting to wander
Off the beaten track
Hopeing like crazy
You'll be calling me back
But it's all just a curtain
And it shadow's my view
And every path seems
Only to lead to you.

And then I said,"Hey,
how is life?
How was your day?"
And you just laughed
As if to say
It never even mattered
It just got in the way.
Coversation's drowning
Through the silky surface
And you slip away
Through the forest shadows
And fields of hay
I'll never forget
How you wrote your song
It's only in music
Now we both belong.

Taller than Hadrian's Wall

She's a taller house inside
Like a skyscraper and glass
Glistens slowly in the light
As we gently cycle past.
In the shadows leaning in
Stripping us of the sun
And her doors are open wide
Like a smile
Like a child
Running out to greet the unknown
Reaching out for another light
Another sparkle to delight
The everpresent crowd

Photocamera flash
Neokarmic output
On a newer sheet of paper
Type-write her at your own risk
For she is lovely, stark, and high
Plucking stars from out the sky
So that she can light us up
And take us from the mess we made
And make us all forget
With a smile
Like a child
We reach out for a warmer hug
A hand out of the hole we've dug
It's so nice to see the sky.

Bracken Harvest

Its just not summer
Without the sun
When I'm swimming
Beneath the waves
And the sky is clouding up
In a den of strangers
And of theives.
Slaking their thirst
For fresh blood
Under the sky
Dark as mud
As they hunt
Us all to death
I just need to catch a breath
Fawning prophesies
Speak of naught
But the chicken squabblings
Of spoilt children
Do they run
Behind the shed
Or back to last summer?

Talkatron

Her soundless eyes tracked
My futile squirming beneath
Leather couched goodbyes.

Summer Drafts (Alcohol Influx)

The wind whistled softly
To the trees and streams
Passing in silence
Passing in dreams
Shown for a scandle
A juxtaposed lie
It's robbing my conscience
It's sucking me dry.

I won't see the glass
Or the facets that hide
Beneath the still surface
The darkness inside
A roach on the table
Destined to die
Destined for the fire
Unable to cry.

For the memories lost
For the scars often given
Unwanted unknown
Unheeded undriven
Amid hollow joys
Amid shallow heavans
It seems that the ground
Is always closer than living.

The seas are boisterous today
The seas are rising up
The waves are rising up
My grip is slowly
Slipping away
Slipping away

To the peace below
Where the breeze never falters
And the sky seems to glow
In myriad colours
At least for awhile
I am made whole again
The completed puzzle
But that's all a lie.
And I am slipping
Slowly away
Slowly forever
Slowly forever
Seems such a long time
When you watch your world die
With you at it's center
Slowly forever.

Beach Ball Bouncing

Spider's sitting
On my window sill
I wonder if he's knitting
A jersey for the winter
Rather than just sitting still.
The web is hanging
Over by the mill
I wonder if it will still be there
If I pop out for a pair
Of roastable krill.
Eminently
Chortling through my day
Like a chilled soprano
And a bowl of macaroni
In a restaurant (by the way
I'd let you know
There is a free space
Purring quietly for you
Sunk down through the blue
Of the ocean by my place.)
The sky is clouding
And I hope it isn't going to rain
I'll have another marageta
As the sky turns to pepper
And pass the lonely web again
To go bring in the washing.

You're making me sign it
Falling for weakness
It's hiding below my floor
I'm in my pajamas
Speaking in stammers
As you're framing my door
I'd ask you to come in and sit down
But I'm barely awake
I'd tell you to pack up and leave now
But I'm too scared to shake
And I'm afraid I might brake.

Inside my windows
I'm watching the outside
The birds nesting in the trees
The wind, it is blowing
The leaves they are flowing
Piling against my knees
But I am not moving

Clapping Leaves

Pillow-cough my subterfuge
Deluged in mirey-slough
You think I'm gone bezerk
County-clerk without a shrink
Just nod and smile my way
I'm glad to say I'm gone for good.

Hats Off

She came and everything subsided
She spoke and everything collided
Into nothing but the purest of silence
I am nothing but dumbfounded.

I thought I'd learned that lesson way back
But maybe, I'll just never get that
Feeling, like everything's pure
And like nothing bad will happen anymore

Like a bolt of light in a thunderstorm
Pull the pieces, it's already torn
It's easy to sit there, a still-life form
When she's there my whole life reforms.

And I am but a shifting shadow
Flitting amilessly away
From her when she
Glances off in my direction
And I don't know what to say......
Maybe let's sit down some time
Have lunch by the bay when I
Can pluck the courage up to be
A sentient being.

Or maybe not, I'll be sitting here
With my heart pounding in my ears
And life flashing by in years
And nothing's gonna change for me
But you....

Falling off bricks (Tin houses in a storm)

Wallplanning fun
And the eye of the world
Rotating like a corkscrew
They shoulder their ravenous burdens
And sail to the heavens
And sail to the heavens
And sail to the heavens
To send them our love.

Stun-blaster gun
At the end of your arm
If they drop it, it may all be over
But can they accept they aren't the king of the hill?
So far from the light
So far from the light
So far from the light
At one with death.

Sing out to the stars
And sigh
Sing out to the stars
And I
Sing out to the stars
And maybe they
Just may hear
And care
Enough to do something about it.

Take your ship
To the chill of the moon
They'll never find us there
The wires are crossed
The lines are broken
And we are all alone

And sail to the heavens
So far from the light
At one with death.
To send them our love.
Sing out to the stars
And maybe just I
May just swing by
Oneday soon.

Take us from this place

She took
Off into oblution
Floating like a flotsam
Can you ever trust me?
Taking all for granted
Bring it home to father
I'm sure he will be happy
Like a rabbit in a hole
You'll hide from us all.

We circle
Patient and cunning
Flowers in the springtime
Inevitable, beautiful
Sinuous and splended
It's never untintended
As you cry out on the floor
In a pool of your own mind
When there's nowhere left to hide.

Handgun
To blow away your problems
Do you jump at shadows?
Will you take your feet off?
When the swimmer sights the shore
And she was waiting
Patient and cunning
A flower in the springtime
Inevitable, beautiful
Sinuous and splended
It's never untintended
When you cry at nothing
Drawing all the crowds in
Hysterrical and useless
Mystical and bruised
Lying like a newborn
In a puddle of your mind.

Smile said the spider

Happy and sad
On a small jumbojet
Taking me places
I'll never suspect
Just what's round the corner
Or behind the next cloud
Or behind the glass-shutters
Fitfully endowed
Their blessings
Like a billows
Blows the fever chill
Of summer-snows
Down my spine
Through my mind
I think its time for tea
Or a cup of something
To cure my mind
Lying supine
On the clammy carpet-floor.

You
Behold a monster
You
Read between the lines
You
Are pure like plaster
Breaking all the time

And I think I'm still standing
It's a miracle you see.
When you wave your
Indignant nonsence
You caroom through the air
And yet you wish
You could fly
You could fly.

Jiggle-Jam

Wink-wall
At the singlet state
Toppled towers
Mud-clinging sadly
Through stained-torn pages
Of a journal.
Don't switch the light
It flickers nicely
Where it hangs like a dewdrop
I don't want to leave.
Tip-toe through the insanity
Put your mind at rest
On a magazine blanket
And hydrazine.

Her apronstrings
Were drawn out
To catch me as I'm falling
Like a line through an open page
Bursting from sight, and I
Couldn't find a way to tell her
Everthing
That I wanted to say
As her hands clasped over me
And bore me safe away
Cause I was falling.

Her tear-stained ambitions grated
Like novacane on a summer's day
Will you talk for just one minute?
I have nothing more to say.
Emphatic as a sea breeze
Chilling as the moon
A haze to faze the iron willed
A weakness turned to boon.
I am all you will ever become
Why can't you see I have you at heart?
You cannot care
I cannot bear
To let you ruin me any more
When even the heavens call.

Jack and the Jacknife

Surprise gently brushed her features
With the scarlet hue of blood
Or maybe it was anger.
"I'm sorry"
And that was that
Paraplegic tendancies
Won't mask a weakened heart
"You always try to hard"
Talk, askans
Like a predator
Smoke-silent
Stalking through the forest
Keyed for the weakeness
I have none.
Or maybe I am all weakness
To provide a united front
From which to farwell.

Insomniac

You have driven me from sleep
And strangely awakened, I
find myself wondering what I
Ever used to be.
You have taken me away
And flying in circles, I
Find myself hearing all I
Ever used to say.

But now it makes no sence
This innocense
It keeps me drifting at night
Why won't you lend me a light?

The lights flicker off and on
Yet the omnicient hum of
The fridge down the hall of
Our house
It keeps me up at night
And all I think of
Is everything you have
Done to keep me inspired.

But now it makes no sence
This innocense
It keeps me drifting at night
Why won't you lend me a light?

The other night I was
Strangely asleep in your arms
I know you kept me from harm
And I never questioned the cause.
You are a knight on a crusade
And the question I ask is
Are you up to the business
Of killing the monster I have made?

I only drift away
There's nothing more to say
We should have given it another try
Before another life says goodbye.

John Vander John

(She tiptoed through the rushes
"Don't hate me," she whispered
"Because I run from everything
And nothing.")

Her face was a shadow of smeared eye-liner
As she fled back down the hallway
After half-an-hour of denial
There say simply nothing more to say.

His eyes were burned raw from crying
As he stared blankly out the window
At the sight of summer gently dying
In the windy streets below.

She's melancholy
And he's losing his mind
Life's just cost him his job
And left all his dreams behind
He's stranded on a beach
In the middle of the ocean
And he only sees his father
In himself again.

And now her back's against the wall
Trapped down a filthy alleyway
And help's too far away to call
Her past has caught her up today
He never wanted this at all
He only wanted to be free.

Anti-semite Warhead

Some days it isn't worth
Smiling at yourself
As you emerge from sullen sleep
With those promises to keep
"I'm sure I'll craft myself
Into a fitter better person."

Laughing at yourself
Over a bowl of kornflakes
You find the sun strangely reminiscent
Of a nuclear warhead
To put the brakes on
Spooning in another mouthful.

But I'll dance into
The misty streets
And play upon gravel-paths
I think it could be worth the laughs
Or maybe I'm content to dream
Where my head is so comfy.

I don't want to get up today
I just want to go back to sleep
I don't think I could do it anyway.
And promises will keep
Till a more promising day.

Oregamy sweater

Jim came home
On his new Harley
Drowning out the neighbourhood
In a fearful racket
In his big leather jacket.

Lincon runs
Well on Tuesdays
All over the muddy city
He couldn't do better
In his oregamy sweater

Nobody knows
Where the trains hide
In the long, dusty evenings
Lurking like sharks
In the thickening dark

But Jim couldn't care less
Flying along
Totally wrong
Totally helpless
But helping himself.
And Lincon, he never worries
He runs straight
Through the gates
And out the other side
In the new morning air.

The coaches they run
Their inevitable circuits
Not stopping for breakfast
For lunch or for tea.
And I bet they get tired
Glued to the wires
Till infinity,
Wanting to be free.

But Jim couldn't care less
Thundering round
The alibaster town
Totally ignorant
Totally wrong
And Lincon watches the road signs
To see if he's heading
Down the wrong way
It's a rather long way
To the office.

The gangling trumpeter

The boy done wrong again
He sold us all a lie
And now he's off down the road
On his three wheeler bike.

The boy done wrong again
All we want is the truth
And maybe a refund
But what is the use?

That boy's on the wrong path
He's off on the warpath
Burning bridges
Like its a game of chess
But who'll get the last laugh
When he's up to his neck?

Semisentient hum

Simon, are you married to work again?
Does your wife stay up all night
Wondering where you've been
Wondering who you've seen
But you know where you're heading
Little wonder everyone
Only gets in the way.

Annibel, shake another hand
Smile and breathe another lie
You now understand
And it's driving you mad
Isn't it so sad
That progress get's you nowhere
If you're tethered to the land.

Little boy, on your bicycle
Through the rubble strewn streets
Do you wonder where the cars have gone?
Or if they'll be back again
And why the nights run so long.
In the silence hum your song
Between the chorus of the guns
Just to keep the monsters at bay.

Anthony, lawyer proffessing
Another knowitall,
Standing round confessing
To all you've been molesting
Their very way of life
Just another way to strike out
Against the looming void
You always seem so small.

Black and White Stares

When the curtains close
With their familiar hiss
When times starts to miss
In it's glacial flow
Light flashes on inside
And eyelids shutter out
Sanity has naught to shout
About, the mind-releasing ride
Till the working day hum
Is reduced to a murmur
A screaming lemure
With some mouldy stick gum
Caught in its feral grip
Beady eyes blood
Shot, tears of mud
And on the clock ticks
Neither knowing or caring
In the land of the living.


Along the chest crawling
With slowness deliberate
Seeking to contemplate
The moments drawing
Tantalising near
Broken bones
Broken homes
Feeding on the fear.
Mouth agaping mess
Snarling or smiling
Always reviling
Those not snatched by death
Alive and twisted
Twisting perception
Jagged ganglion
Sweat marianaded.
All the better for eating.
Till curtains open
And lights breathe on
And on the clock ticks
Neither knowing nor caring
In the land of the breathing

Streetcorner (Old Man Crying)

Are you afraid of your reflection
When it is right before your eyes?
Do you run from every chasm?
Is the darkness your surprise
When it's rising up to greet you
With its life enscorceling grasp?
Do you wonder every breath you take
If it is going to be your last?

You cannot outrun the inevitable
Until it gets you, you don't know that it is
Standing on a cliff-top
With a loaded double-barrel
Has no guarentee to give.

When dinosaurs are driven over the edge

Someone's laughing
'Cause I'm new at being me.
Someone's behind me
And I know it to be true
Seems like a shadow
Always comes my way
Just when I'm getting used to
The sun.

Sometimes the wind
Seems to blow in my face
Even when I turn
And walk the other way.
Sometimes I hear voices
Calling my name
But I can never hear what they say
To me.

They're felling a grove
Just beyond the back fence.
It's been around
A thousand years or so.
But somebody
Just moved in
And it's spoiling the view
In the twilight.

Pick-up lines
Are a slap in the face.
A shape on the doorstep,
Bearing roses and dreams.
Sometimes a perfect evening
Is a nightmare come true
Because nothing is what it seems
To be.

The music's too loud
And it's killing my ears
Just another mix
Of rythm and death.
But on the bus home
It's my own little world
As transient and fragile as breath
In the wind.

Don't listen to the doorman
He's away on drugs
He's getting them cheap
If he fixes you up
And smoking will kill you
If society won't
Or you don't find your solace in a cup
Or a rope.

Undenied
Underpaid
It seems that you'll finally
Get your own way.
Till the reforms come through
And you're out of a job.
You never should have
Spoken up.
The weather is fine
But it may piss down
Any minute now
Did you bring an umbrella?