Sunday, 22 August 2021

Coming On

Buckle up and balaclava 
like a hurricane is coming 
While the billionaires are sunning
The refugees are running.
Buckle up and take a ride
The billionaires are coming
For your pensions
And they'll get them.
The summer falls like shadows
On your face as August
Casts its plays on us...
Buckle up and balaclava.
Winter's coming on. 

Sunday, 15 August 2021

Reaching For The Black Keys

And so the sun sinks into nowhere clouds
Spilling like mascara in a daydream
Where the shooting stars slip in.
And where are we really if not
Reaching for the black keys?

Horizontal on a patchwork rug, my memories slip like that snowprint Christmas Day.
And the meteors fall, showering in
I look for them, but all I'm doing is
Reaching for the black keys. 

And so the breath falls from those I hold dear
I wish I could bottle breath, like lemonade
Saturday feels like light years away
When I try to grasp it, I always end up
Reaching for the black keys.



Monday, 2 August 2021

Hard Seltzer

Clear like my mind
before I had you
Bubbly like a euphemism
you don't need to 
disguise with words:
Fizzy.
Cold.

Clear my schedule
there's a new kid in town
Cool, like the 
refrigerated beverage
you set out to be.
Consumed.
Drunk.


Sunday, 1 August 2021

Seaside Town

In swept the tide
And all the
tell-tale lies 
Told by the waves 
Felt like kisses.
In the background
was their seaside town.

Old Slot shut down
But they could
hear the clatter
With a coin to an ear
Of a future
They could hope to own
In that seaside town.

When the boats stopped
anchors of the stoic
Clung to hope
Like anything.
Chasing the ghost,
Refusing to drown
In that seaside town.

Out swept the tide 
But it swept back in
With syringes, cans 
And just about anything.
And I suppose they were
Meant to go down
With their seaside town. 

Saturday, 3 July 2021

Disappearing Much

Are you still ok with me
Are you still on my side?
I sometimes watch the rain
Fall off your face
And think you must be
Disappearing much.

Sometimes I go to bed late
Like some symptom
Of two decades since
You liked me once
Like some sideways crutch
Disappearing much.

Do you still believe in things
That we will go through
Twenty years from now?
You tolerate me, such...
You'll push me in a wheelchair
Disappearing much.







Friday, 11 June 2021

Grey Years

We just go on and on
Like repeats of things
From 1990 to 94.
We just go on and on
Those were those years
Where years repeat
Don't wish for those years
We live in, we go in. 

Saturday, 29 May 2021

Tiredness

I can see the tiredness hiding behind
A smile that I was born to see 
that I'll take solace from if I go blind
And the mirrors say, "It's time for cards."
I draw from my disconfigured mind:
Your eyes say otherwise.

Dancing as the dreams come in
Reflections stand as moments in time
Neither of us will ever see again.
I close my eyes and count to ten 
If I'm in luck, I'll roll another three of them. 
I feel the tiredness creeping in. 

Saturday, 8 May 2021

Reflection

I recall my first trip to your home
Bluebirds patted the barriers
That the past kept in
And strange songs fell from me.
Remember when the cherry blossom 
Got swept up in some six a.m. flotsam
And we smiled and I saw leaves fall
In the reflection of your eyes?

We are so small beneath forever drones
But they can't reach the stars
Let your dreams take hold
While life goes backwards, 
like a backwoods stream -
You're not moving in reverse.
Leaves go green without warning
In the reflection in your eyes.

Friday, 23 April 2021

Ready To Roll

You never hear 
the bluebirds quiet,
Like the moment
before you succumb.
And you never
feel a daybreak rush
like that when your
heart yearns for one.

You never miss 
a love like your 
first night alone.
And you never feel 
the wind brush your soul 
like the morning and
it dawns: you're armed 
and ready to roll.

Friday, 16 April 2021

Lark Porter

Don't dismiss the lark porter
He only flies by your door
Because he holds your love
As red carnations turn, they must
Then turn to rust, lark porter.

Don't reminisce, lark porter
She only glides by your door
Because she's so lonely.
And pink chrysanthemums must
Turn to dust, lark porter.