In the future
Everyone has knitted hands
And they watch the past through screens
The present happens to other people
And makes them famous
In the future
Every cake is self-icing
But chocolate is forbidden
Except to those who are
Two sizes too big to fit the laws.

If I was a watermellon
Oh the places I would go
Mostly into people's stomachs
But maybe into snow.

I'd totally go skiing.
What is cooler than a watermellon doing sweet skijumps? I mean seriously.

Smiles are the uppercuts
Of body language
Laughter is the roundhouse kick
And frowns
Are the running away screaming
Like a little girl
With pony-tailed hair.

Laughter
Is the only medicine
That makes you better
When you are already well.

God came
And wiped away
The figurative tears
From my metaphorical plate
At some stage or other

Song for the Tired Man

A shell I wish I had
All bone and teeth and forgiveness
A home to wrap me up
And keep the world at wall’s distance

A place I wish I had
To lick my wounds and silences
And run from the accusations
Hidden on the surface of my eyes

A laugh I wish I had
To be believed by everyone
To prop slip-sliding walls in place
Pulled out at the whim of a moment

A bed I wish I had
A place to outrun tiredness
That stalks these tiger striped halls
A beast amongst the antelopes



I remind me on each new today
Of the path of feet that led me here
Forever devoured by the underbrush

A rock I have
Cut from the forever of forgiveness
A home to catch me up
When my ground loses its way

A trust I have
Given to me more than I can ever return
The promise of every exhausted sigh
Reforged into new laughter

I could wear out these shoes
Before I walk a mile in yours
If I never for a minute thought
Outside this box, outside these walls
Where I hang my decorations to myself.

Tomorrow is today
Today is made of wings
Feathers are for flying
Birds are made to sing

He shines his soul
To hide from the shadows of fright
He gazes through the sleeping hole
And disappears into the night

I'm afraid to write you a poem
Just incase it comes true
And incase it doesn't

Change made me stay and count the stars
Made me make my bed this morning too
Change made me tally up my blessings
At the very top was you.

Were I to describe you in a single word
Like a net to catch the all of you
You'd slip between the holes of string
And sail off to the moon.

I like to think of you
As reaching into my open chest
And easing out the broken glass
With warm hands.

We fell in together
Like peas in a pod
When the week was born
And as it spoke first words
Silence fell on us
Like sardines in a tin
We collected our breaths
And wandered on

You are the continuation
Of the last thought before sleeping

She lives before she changes all the clocks
She makes the words come alive out of books
She takes all the labels off bottles
And patches them on tables