ONE

Sunshine

Sunshine trickles down
the window pane
like rivers of rain
flowing through a pipe
she's blowing blizzards from,
And try as I might
the planets still spin round,
And night still follows evening
like hating follows leaving.
And moonlight sidles up
the bedposts
has its merry dance with my ghosts
and flows through me.
And try as I will,
The sunsets still sink into
my windowsill.
The daylight goes through its
murder throes,
Invisible to night,
Her cloak comes down
giving life to the half-light.
Orange as the bees are
against the blue of nowhere,
The sun still slips
when she's in mid air,
Falling, like a failing joke,
upon the steps that
lead from the stage,
connected to the crowd
that didn't like you anyway.
You're a slave to the hope
that binds you to recognition,
and leads you from reality,
Through closed doors, especially...
The moon rises up
and the sun slips past
the window ledge.
Now you can look at stars
that exist so you can create,
And wonder,
And imagine the planets they feed
as the aliens plunder.
And we bind ourselves to dreams
we'll never see again,
And I no longer mean anything -
Posh people ponder petals
on council estates.
The sun spills down my window
and on my windowsill.
I can see snuff-movie snowstorms
From where I'm sat,
All dressed up in daybreak and drag
and carrying on like martians
in limousines, wearing shades.
In the fallout.
In the break-up.
Not knowing I'm the one
she can rely on to ramble.
Why can't her rainclouds recognize
My island, moving and tangled
Anchored to her ankles,
And clasped around her sailing ship,
Navigating the side of the flip.
Bring me honey and wine -
I'll recreate sunshine
slipping from my eyes.
As it moves down my face,
Comical, like a clown,
With make-up running
away from her.
You'd laugh if you
could only stop yourself crying.
No use dying over silk.
I'll mop her up with milk
when I wake
in the morning.
And make out I'm sane
watching the sunshine rain,
As it trickles down
the window pane.

Humans

Stick the TV on
And listen to the static.
With its nothing.

Turn the telly off
And see her, be dramatic
With beer frothing.

We'll celebrate
Like humans.

Reflections From A Pool

I looked out over my territory,
And reckoned to my inner conscience,
That the pretty trees that shake their leaves
On out into the lake,
may float away,
But on reflection,
As I stand, looking back on myself.

Ilookedoutovermyterritory
andreckonedtomyinnerconscience
thattheprettytreescanstaketheirleave
ofmeintothelake
andturnonme
onreflection
asistandlookingbackanddrowning.

Two

No more stays of execution, no more pleas or bargains soon the failed experiment called Tumbleweed Memories comes to a much needed end

The Watcher

Romance is wonderful
When you're the giver,
Or the taker.
It's the devil when
You're the observer.

Do yourself a favour,
The kind you'll forget
When you're older,
And much less remember:
Be the giver,
Or better, the taker.
Don't be the watcher, ever.

Solar Plexus

You can make me cry; it happens, every once in every while.

You can metaphorically punch me in my metaphorical eye.

I can even lie for you; It happens,
every once
In every mile.

You can stab me in the head
And I'll be be there.
Even when I'm playing dead.

you can say goodbye,
evenfairytaleslie.
I understand - it's fine.

You can kill me,
If you must
but don't dare hurt my solar plexus,
Like you hurt my solar plexus today.