TUMBLEWEED MEMORIES

All My Love

2012-01-27T13:20:00.001-08:00

I'm a man who has fancies
I received my share of glances
And then you
Appeared like a light
came on in a chandelier.
And I gave you
all my love.

I'm a man of second chances
I tucked up all my romances
And then you
Came around
Like a song comes on
In a singalong.
And I gave you
All my love.

LOL

2012-01-27T12:58:00.001-08:00

Enjoy the spaces between words
For they won't last much longer
A doctrine has been passed today
That most had wished was longer.
The use of spaces between words
Is something of a problem
So we decree that from now on
welltalklikewearerobotsanddeletetheproblem.

Shit Into Gold

2012-01-27T12:41:00.001-08:00

I stared at a monitor today
Silent subservients hovering -
And all of us turning shit into gold
And that kind of thing.

And there was a flicker.
Dancing, silent deadline-denier,
Are you real?
Dance with me forever...
Make this deadline never.

The image of you was lovely
And it made me cry.

So I turned right back all told
And turned shit into gold.

Red Helicopter Society

2012-01-27T12:12:00.001-08:00

The Internet's frequented by drones
Leaving bombs
made of insults
That explode in the face.

Breathe out and release

Then an authoritarian figure
Presses delete.
We're much too dumb for this thing
We can't see the irony.

Breathe out and release

Might as well stay calm
And stare at the sea
The angels above me
In a red helicopter society.

Breathe out and release

You Mean The Movie Lied

2012-01-27T06:22:00.000-08:00

According to certain animators I know
Who surely could not have been putting on just a show
The world I grew up in was a wonderous place
A stage in which animals talked and fairies flew with such grace
Such glorious places were just beyond the horizon due north
Where ever so special people sang songs for all their worth
The discoveries we made with our friends whatever the weather
Would be served up with messages to keep with us forever
So now that I'm older and the magic has died
I'm appalled to find out that these animators lied.

The world I now reside in doesn't have chatty grinning cats
In fact most of the humans don't speak they just shout and they spat
The only time I believe anyone sings
Is to get on reality tv shows which apparently deliver dreams
And of all of the messages I learnt from such fare
The only one that has helped as far as I am aware
Is in fact none of them... So there!

The Woodpecker

2012-01-27T06:13:00.000-08:00

If I told you I could fly
You'd look at me and roll your eyes
If you spied me banging my head against a tree
You'd have me committed as quick as can be....

So, how come it's okay for the Woodpecker?

Point

2012-01-27T06:11:00.000-08:00

With these eyes I cannot see
My love for you has blinded me
These poems I write they are so twee
I'm blinded to what a fool I've been

2012-01-22T11:23:00.001-08:00

There's a camera looking at me
I think it just winked.
It's stolen my identity
With it's shutter I think.

Those Foolish Days

2012-01-22T11:18:00.000-08:00

Regretted forever
Tiny moments
Remembered forever
Dagger point injuries
Resented forever
Isolated always
We can never make amends for those foolish days
Except by making sure they never happen again.

Pointed Sundown

2012-01-21T14:45:00.000-08:00

Snakes and Vultures
Cacti in Spring
Dust on the High Street
The Elderly on the porch.
Wooden painted houses
Fireworks In town
Ice creams now melting
The sun always pointing down

Alone, Not Dancing

2012-01-21T14:37:00.000-08:00

It always was the greatest pleasure
To watch you dance, my little treasure.
On a dance floor, at a party
In the street or under that tree.
If it made you sad that I made you dance alone
It was not from being cruel, In fact I have always shown,
That when I'm not dancing I'm watching all the time
The love of my life doing what makes her shine.

The Tumbleweed Memories Alphabet of The Alternative Part 11

2012-01-17T07:04:00.000-08:00

Long Weekend

For years the shocking plight of the environment and the creatures we share it with has been the touch paper for many a movie, this Australian gem is one of my favorites. A couple whose relationship is waning venture out into the wilderness for a weekend away, an attempt to recapture their feeling towards each other. Showing as much disregard for the land around them as they do each other the couple slowly start to notice that something is wrong, the wildlife around them start to display a more aggressive type of behaviour as if angered by the couples abuse of the land.
Although it was remade in 2008, Long Weekend is a forgotten masterpiece, the two lead performances are astonishing, despite their characters having to be deliberately unlikeable for the story to work, both John Hargreaves and Briony Behets make their roles seem real and not mere cyphers in a script. The events that lead to the denouement take place gradually and the pace is pitch perfect matching the collapse of the couples relationship, nor is any of the violent scenes of nature turning for the sake of exploitation. A subtle, genuinely chilling movie that despite having a serious message never becomes pushy.

Cold Morning

2012-01-17T06:56:00.000-08:00

The animals complain
The birds don't want to fly
The grass and the flowers can't see the sky
The world that we know makes us shiver and stir
Knowing that soon it'll be summer again

Positively Nocturnal

2012-01-17T06:48:00.000-08:00

I fell for the charms of a misguided night
Shared by no other, no shadows, no sound
Those moments we were entwined in a midnight so black
Could not last forever, but we could not go back
So we're left with a gaping hole with light all around
A place where these night times seem ever so trite

Only every other...

2012-01-15T08:40:00.000-08:00

You were never so important, not even once a week
They seemed to count the hours, until they bought back the meek
That time every day inbetween, like a world in which you didn't exist
They never saw you dance and sing, they never saw you through their own life's mist.
If they could see the colour, the brightness you bring each day
They would never want to leave you not in any way.

From The Country

2012-01-15T08:38:00.000-08:00

Shadows in the moonlight
Dancing in the sun
My days always appeared lonely
As if invented just for one

Sunday The 15th

2012-01-15T08:35:00.000-08:00

Two days less unlucky than you imagined it could be

Like a facebook status update nobody read

Like a twitter account never tweeted

Like a blog without a conscience

Like a slasher sequel to far

Like a rambling spiral with too much time on it's hand

Unlike the day you've just had

Song For Nobody

2012-01-13T07:09:00.001-08:00

The music plays
At the start of the movie,
And nobody knows my name.

It's a melody.
Passed down through the ages,
And nobody knows my name.

There's a broken man,
All lost and afraid,
And nobody knows my name.

And he walks alone
To the seedy spots
And nobody knows my name.

And he window shops
Then he goes inside
And nobody knows my name.

Then he buys a smile,
And he stays a while
And nobody knows my name.

And when he leaves,
He does up his sleeves,
And nobody knows my name.

And the rain comes down
And hurricanes howl
And nobody knows my name.

Then he finds a bed
And lays down his head
And nobody knows my name.

And he dreams of her,
And cries inside
And nobody knows my name.

Then the next day comes
And he ups and runs
And nobody knows my name.

Now he's ten years gone
It's the same old song
And nobody knows my name.

He's been sent down three times
For separate crimes
And nobody knows my name.

He finds a grave
And places a rose
And nobody knows my name.

He goes to the chapel
Where nobody goes
And nobody knows my name.

Then he picks up his things
And heads to the bridge
And nobody knows my name.

And he thinks of the life
She couldn't deliver
And nobody knows my name.

And he hurls himself
Straight into the river
And nobody knows my name.

Then the music plays
At the end of the movie,
And nobody knows my name.

It's a melody.
Passed down through the ages,
And nobody knows my name.

As the credits roll
All the lovers go home
And nobody knows my name.

There's a drinking man
And he's sinking his pay
And nobody knows my name.

He's a broken man,
All lost and afraid,
And nobody knows my name.

January February

2012-01-03T03:33:00.000-08:00

..... I know, it doesn't get much better.

January Imbalance

2012-01-03T03:19:00.000-08:00

It all came to pass in a flurry of tossed tinsel and packed up fake pine.
That twinge of sadness at returning to a life you were perfectly happy with until three weeks ago.
The reality that waistlines and bank balances don't look as healthy as they did in November.
The horror that there is so much new stuff in the house that you have no place to put it all.
And worst of all the fear and terror that in twelve months you have to do it all again.

January Revolution

2012-01-03T03:07:00.000-08:00

It All Starts Here in Your Brand New Police Academy Calendar!
You're going to lose weight, cut down on drinking, stop smoking, get a new job, learn to love your old one, talk to your relatives more, not argue with your partner as much, learn a new language, find out how to use the Internet, save more money, climb a mountain, start that first novel, meet your neighbours, rediscover your love for crocheting you had in the 80's, make every day at least 5 out of 10 day, make amends for that murder you committed and got away with, clean the house at least once a week, not lie so much, discover you can appreciate the little things in life like sunsets without having to spend a fortune on gadgets, not use the takeaway as a viable option for Sunday dinners.

Or perhaps you could just take today as every other day and just see what fucking happens!

Hvem som er samlet Party Poppers?

2011-12-30T09:56:00.000-08:00

De sprø folkene på der minner ønsker å ønske alle sine norske besøkende et godt nytår. opphold finjustert for flere zny- i 2012

All Things End

2011-12-30T09:41:00.001-08:00

Rocks grow tired and leaves they crumble
Skeletons wither and in the darkness of age we stumble
Trees grow tall then rot from the core
Flowers no longer in bloom fading colour forever more
Artists and paintings fall from grace when we forget
And time marches on despite us trying to catch it in a net

No Longer Under the Tree

2011-12-28T13:38:00.000-08:00

The presents are opened, the turkey dismantled.
Soap land has depressed us, sick of watching the cbeebies panto.
Bins are overflowing, belt buckles loosened
We struggle to believe so much is over so soon.
We're pleased with faces we spy opening presents
The lights in those eyes twinkling like diamonds
In twelve months the future we'll catch up to once more
And this thing we call Christmas will be what we're be excited for
So until that time when we take down that tree
Biscuits and Princesses will be enough for me

Post Ridiculous Stress Syndrone

2011-12-28T13:28:00.000-08:00

Sausages and Bananas are not known to be friends.
Their meaty, fruity flesh will not meet (unless you're a sausage) or bend (unless you're a banana)
But if you're a clever chef with a hat and a fork
And a hankering for some sweet fruit mixed with the finest of pork.
Then peel back the skin and prick that mashed meat
Add some salt and some sugar then sit down to eat.
Now if you're mixed up meal didn't satisfy your palette
And you find yourself sick and wanting to hit yourself with a mallet
You can't blame me for this dish you abhor
You forgot to cook it and ate it quite raw.

Toshers

2011-12-28T13:23:00.000-08:00

To find where we dump
To leap and not jump.
To create marvelous jewels
From the misery of Fools.

We never read the fine lines
Never understand the rules.
We never realise we're ruined
By Toshers chasing jewels

Hi, Christmas

2011-12-18T14:06:00.001-08:00

Oh, there you are again
With your tinsel and
A punchable grin.
You're not special -
You're a Sunday
Trapped in fake handshakes
Faux forgiveness
Flatulence and fires
Backhanded compliments
And outright family liars
Hangers on and hanging out
Among the sleazy, shop-bought mistletoe
And pigging out.
There you are again
With your bulging sack
Of debt, courtesy of Asda
You'll be paying till you die
You'd better watch out -
You'd better not cry
A made-up man is bleeding you dry.
There you are again
With your tinsel and your grin
Hi, Christmas
Meet Mr Litter Bin

Californibadpun

2011-12-16T16:09:00.001-08:00

Borrowed, spent or lost
My legacy to you
Is cashing in
Put your money
In the slot
And pay into
The generation
That life forgot.

Best Girl Yet

2011-12-16T15:53:00.001-08:00

Earlier, I had a moment
The kind that you get
When the last sun
Of the summer sets.
But I'm not fuelled by hatred
And I'm not fuelled by regret.
But you were
the best girl yet
Maybe I'm easily led...

And today I had a notion
The kind that you get
When the first snow
Of the winter sets.
And I'm not fired by hatred
And I'm not fired by regret
But you were
The best girl yet.
Maybe you're better off dead.

Christmas Future??

2011-12-16T12:21:00.000-08:00

A mere twelve months before the 25th the day approaching soon.
I knew not what the future held, or that my heart would be over the moon
I had never considered the things I'd spy in your world so bright not grey
Or that I'd for once be eagerly anticipating the dreaded Christmas day!

So before the presents are dished out and the turkey cooked to feed the hungry
And the Boxing Day sales have started, shops eager for you to part with your money
I'd like to tell you just one thing, without the coca-cola advert playing or the sound of jingle bells and sleighs
It's that I'll always love you and I can't wait for Christmas Day!

Dear Black Pete

2011-12-16T10:59:00.000-08:00

Pop Up Pirate

Soda Stream

Big Trak

Rubik's Snake

I never recieved these gifts from you in 1987.

Why?

Hark The Voice Of All Things Festive

2011-12-16T10:56:00.000-08:00

Oh, Christmas Tree
Oh, Christmas Tree
Will I have presents under thee?
......
........
..........

Oh, shit you are just a tree, a hunk of organic matter without the ability to convey to me any sort of prediction as to whether there will be brightly bundled boxes of trite gifts under you weighty bough this December, I apologise immediately for bothering you.

Idols Of Idiots

2011-12-16T00:41:00.001-08:00

I am a magazine
Making idols of idiots,
Let's expand this thing -
I'm a snowstorm in a limousine
A snowball in the nape
Of the forest where no-one lives.
I'm a sell-out
Making idols from idiots
Getting strung out on ketamine.

Thirty-Three RPM

2011-12-12T15:29:00.001-08:00

I take bins round supermarkets
Turning into starships and
Names with "a" through "z" double "e".
I stand at AM train stations,
And the wind howls through me
Grass the protector atop on the bank
A 12" vinyl of a seminal album,
from 1975 or, more likely, '73. Well, Fuck me.
Let the wind run free, at 33rpm, eternally.

Weird Beats

2011-12-09T14:18:00.001-08:00

Ha, staying alive?
It's all a game we play
To be someone
To gee someone
From a slumber.

Ah, staying alive?
Don't make me laugh
The idea it's a skill
Makes me ill
Like Buddah on sambutamol.

Festive Why

2011-12-04T08:26:00.001-08:00

It's Christmas soon, yes Christ Mass
So why am I putting tinsel up and not myrrh?
It's that Yuletide time that Saviours day
So why am I following the race for the Xmas no.1 and not Shepherds?
It's a time to remember all the wonders of winter
And not the terrible pain of a christmas tree splinter

As you may have realised I don't get it.

Hearts From Liars

2011-12-02T16:12:00.001-08:00

We're shoes someone else
Treads in, taking in threads
Making pennies from string
Walking these streets, begging.

We're easy-loving types
Handing leaflets to robots
Making emotion from wires
Steeling our hearts from liars.

Hello Isn't Bad

2011-11-30T01:32:00.000-08:00

Normalmente yo no diría nada a nadie en el mundo para hacer cualquier cosa, pero hoy rompo esa ley: ¡Tú! Salir ahora y comprar Crazy Tiempo payaso por David Lynch

The Tumbleweed Memories Alphabet Of The Alternative Part 11

2011-11-30T01:06:00.000-08:00

Knightriders
With good reason, most talk of George Romero focuses on his Living Dead movies, I've no complaint with that, they are all fine movies (particularly Day, which I think is an underrated masterpiece of gore and social commentary) however a special place in my heart will always go to Knightriders, a movie about a jousting motorbike troupe, but much more than that it is a movie about the ideals of Arthurian mythology, the choice of honour over wealth, and a thinly veiled autobiography of George and his place in the Hollywood system. Choosing to live outside of the mainstream George always had total control over his projects, from final cut, to casting choices, to the message he wanted to put across. Likewise, Ed Harris, playing the King Arthur like leader of the troupe, chooses to live this life, not for the glamour and gasoline but for the chance to make a difference, to be able to live his own life, not just be what society expects. His rag tag group of followers, also wish to live this existence, but some are drawn by the promise of top billing and wealth(A nice villainous turn here by make up legend Tom Savini), they venture of to larger shows with better bikes, fancier weapons, where they are the stars, eventually they learn what George knows, that that life offers nothing but hollow rewards, but destiny takes us to many strange places. Unloved by fans of Romero's Zombie movies expecting more entrails and misunderstood by most others as a weird aberration on his resume, Knightriders suffers if anything from it's long run time, but this is a minor quibble, a large cast of mainly Romero regulars make this feel a family affair, and a wonderfully medieval score by Donald Rubenstein is the icing on the cake.

Means

2011-11-28T11:50:00.000-08:00

To an end
To the end
From the beginning
The middle
The medium
By the pyschic
Without a sidekick
Travelling by sidecar
Exiting the front door
Mowing a front lawn
Picnics on the grass
Food shops aren't a blast
Always

I Won't Tell

2011-11-28T11:35:00.000-08:00

If you tried to serve me whisky in glasses meant for halves
I wouldn't tell a single malt
I would not tell a dram

If I was telling anyone just what had happened then
It would be just my empty glass and what had been in him

If I was making any sense in this conversation meant for one
I would not have touched that whisky glass that was not meant to be

We Used To Play For Hours

2011-11-25T11:12:00.000-08:00

In fields and streets so empty
We played all summer long
Back when summer lasted for ages
And evenings went on and on

The games we played they never ended
For days they never grew tired
Meal times were merely a moment
To replenish energy that might of expired

Now the fields are all made of houses
Oh the summer seems barely a week
And the friends who played games that never ended
Are the ones that I miss and I seek.

Kazoo?

2011-11-25T10:53:00.000-08:00

You, to me
Are like
A most amazing instrument
An
Instrument capable of making
Me fly with angels
Soar with the Phoenix
cry like a baby

You are not a Kazoo.

The Tumbleweed Memories Alphabet Of The Alternative Part 10

2011-11-25T10:23:00.000-08:00

Justine

Tracking the career of Spanish "auteur" Jesus Franco is like trying to walk home drunk, you end up all over the place, multiple countries, varied versions containing more or less violence and nudity, numerous pseudonyms, a dizzying array of titles across numerous genres, they all however have one thing in common: They all conform to no particular style, they all refuse to do what you think they should do. As a artist/hack Franco's work falls into two categories, if he likes the project, they are spiralling descents into delirium, recognisable by the roving camerawork akin to a peeping tom seeing into a forbidden arena, however if Jess aint fussed they are dull, dull, dull, directed with all the verve of a Saga holiday.
Justine: adapted freely from the piece by the Marquis De Sade is a surprisingly lush experience with a quite beautiful Bruno Nicolai score, that offsets the true degradation of the story of young Justine whose attempts to live a righteous life are punished at every turn, whilst her sister who embraces vice, flourishes and succeeds at everything she tries. Franco tones down his usual jazz improv like style to deliver a very nice looking period feel and even more surprisingly given his long standing love for naked flesh and shocking violence reigns in most of the truly salacious elements of the tale. Amongst an international cast mention must be made of Jack Palance, a good film becomes a magnificent one upon his arrival in the story, off in a world of his own, under the control of beings from space, Palance goes to town delivering a performance that is the closest I have ever seen to the personification of a Franco film, his demented readings and motions are a wonder to behold. Whilst it is true that over the years Franco descended into nudie tripe and tired rehashes of his own work, for this piece (alongside Eugenie, Awful Dr. Orloff and Love Letters of A Portageuse Nun) he deserves much more recognition than he gets.
So there.

Company Photo

2011-11-24T16:09:00.001-08:00

I'm the one on the right
Smiling without
giving a shit.
Take this 5 years earlier
I'd have cared - I don't care now.
Watch me as I smile
Giving right-side glances
To someone.

Where Is My Blue?

2011-11-24T15:35:00.001-08:00

We are leaves of no-one
Speeding through fields
With swimming pool skies.
I'll wait, not for redemption
You should be ashamed.
Where is my blue?

Shutters

2011-11-23T14:49:00.001-08:00

Shutters shut-
eyes closing.
Hearing music
And rioting.
People move
in shapes
We don't
understand,
And the wind
moves
In ways
That leave us
Forever. And
Just because
A person
Gets hopeless
Doesn't
Mean a hand
Behind the back
Is not seen.
So, pull your
Shutters down
And dream.

O Mundo En Tumbleweed

2011-11-22T00:38:00.000-08:00

Continuando co tema da linguaxe e do mundo de Memorias Tumbleweed i facer unha pregunta: Onde foron os cowboys foi?

Fans

2011-11-22T00:33:00.000-08:00

It's nice to be liked
It's better than being moon
It's superior to being loathed
It's like quietly being moved

Liels paldies mūsu faniem, kas Latvija

On Her Way Home

2011-11-18T17:02:00.001-08:00

Yesterday, she saw bluebells
And they made her feel nice
She picked two or three
Put them in a vase
Pulled her curtains back
Then fell into dreams.
She woke on her way home.

Snow Beams

2011-11-18T16:52:00.001-08:00

Struck by snow beams
I'm snow stuck and lifted
No one has a lift by which
I may fall down.
I'll bet I'm found preserved
In heartbreak
Buried in winter
Spring will really come
One day, but not tomorrow.

It Has Gone

2011-11-18T16:42:00.001-08:00

Bleary eyed and blaming
Corporations, shaking fists
At CCTV screens
Screaming silent obsenities.
Black and white sound
Playing in the back,
The noise
as the noise comes down
Stick the key in the door
Switch the TV on
Watch hour after hour
Of blue-backdropped singers
Sing songs for themselves.
Turn the TV off and weep.

Christmas Bliss

2011-11-15T14:11:00.000-08:00

It's not yet December, it's not yet time.
To wheel out the tree, or remember the second line
Of addresses of people you write to once a year
Wishing them well for this season of mockery and fake cheer.

We're not rid of November but everywhere you see
Faceless corporations are selling it with Glee
Or Twilight, or Star Wars or whatever makes cash
Making your perfect Christmas before hiding the stash.

Christmas parties are sorted, T.V plannings a rule
But the advent calendars aren't even opened, it November you fool
I don't hate the this time of year, or the days of Noel
Just stop ramming it down my throat, that means you as well.

Tumbleweed Memories Perfect World

2011-11-15T14:06:00.000-08:00

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Branches

2011-11-15T13:36:00.000-08:00

Despite connecting cliches
Because of blood sucking leeches
I will never look upon branches
Without thinking of you.

You ripped my roots whilst standing
My leaves were all gone, so demanding
I was left with nothing on my branches
Because of the bitch that was you.

When it came that summer passed into winter
And my soul was scarred by those spilnters
My like was like frozen branches
Empty with a hole left by you

...And you knew.

There Isn't All The Time

2011-11-15T13:28:00.000-08:00

I used to ponder, with a mind that never wandered
How my time on this plane could be squeezed into a frame
Now I'm older and no bolder and wishing i could be told
That what I know right now would help me anyway

So I sit, stand, lie down, jump up
Thinking that whatever I am knowing is really nothing but thoughts
Knowing that thinking I am doing will never be enough
When a life like this can easily be cut short.

Now I wander with a mind that never really ponders
Why I'm here and why I still roll on
Because at the end of days all these words and these phrases
Will mean nothing and then it is done.

Always Looking

2011-11-15T13:23:00.000-08:00

Asleep eyes open
Awake spying sounds
Stood forward peering behind me
Looking back with a glimpse of the next

Run

2011-11-04T16:22:00.001-07:00

One foot in front of another
We hate each other
Marching in time
One foot in front of another
Step on my dreams
We're part of a force
One foot in front of another
We evolve, we stay the same
Repeating ourselves
Repeat after me
One foot in front of the other
Take a pill.
Stand still and run.

Eventually

2011-11-04T16:11:00.001-07:00

I've been waiting for spaceships
Manned by Martians
To send alien bullets
Through my barriers.
Dodging the hits
I move from side to side
Wondering how to hide
As my defences subside.
Until eventually, you die.

Scary Time of Day

2011-10-31T09:32:00.001-07:00

You'll mock me for crying when the hour comes near
I'll shock you by wailing like a house full of fear
My friends will be jeering like fools on a boat
Random people i don't know will laugh in so high a note
But the one thing that scares me more than anything, above all
Is having no one to call to when the dark comes to call.

Leaf Litter

2011-10-31T09:19:00.000-07:00

Trees left leaves all over the floor
It's no longer summer, it's autumn once more.
Good.

Halloween left Scars

2011-10-31T09:11:00.000-07:00

It's that god damned time of year again
When pumpkins makes avenues, their grins making lanes
Toy skeletons and inflatble spooks hang loosely like naked flames
The dark peeks early, the sun hides behind shadows
My heart beats slowly as I look out from the gallows
No treats for me, more tricks from her
Pint size monsters crave for more
Sickly, oozing sweetness stole out from your door
I once was the candle burning light all around
I now am the darkness with no heart to be found.

Whilst The Iron's Hot

2011-10-31T09:07:00.000-07:00

I left you this
You left with that
I always hoped a wish
Would never fall so flat
I never imagined darkness spiralling from the sky
I never ceased to pretend I didn't know how it felt to die
So now so many years have vanished
And we have both moved on
How is it that I have never managed
To turn those memories off?

The Train

2011-10-30T12:46:00.001-07:00

Maybe I should have moved
When that tear came down your cheek
And you smiled as if to attempt to deny its existence.
And maybe when your rose got wet
I'd have given everything
To soothe you with a handkerchief.
But I didn't.
And the train pulled out.

The Rains

2011-10-28T16:56:00.001-07:00

I'm looking at your photo now
I've got the rains
I'm drinking, and I'm drinking how
I've got the rains.
I'm burning all your pretty clothes
I've got the rains
I'm taking texts out of my phone
I've got the rains
I'm sleeping through these sunny days
I've got the rains
I'm searching for the ways and whys...
There are no whys, there are no ways,
I've got the rains.

Oh, Well

2011-10-28T15:43:00.001-07:00

Lazy go the days
Sun creeping
Over my view
And the weary
Clouds too.
Waves like mountains
Crashing slowly
And breaking
Moving like daydreams
Under a spell
With clocks spinning
At the speed of light
Using batteries
Built from
Hand grenades
And dynamite.
Oh, well.

Menolades

2011-10-28T15:26:00.001-07:00

Fog hangs on you
A dress designed for a ghost
With cobwebs for tassels
And strings made of menolades.

Mist falls from you
A tear consigned to a ghost
With shipwrecks for bugles
And strings playing Menolades.

Fog hangs from you
Like time reserved for a ghost
Washed ashore in a haze.
Painting pictures of menolades.

Clndr Wrld

2011-10-28T15:10:00.001-07:00

I'm on calculator time
In a binary haze
Counting off days
In a calendar world.

GREY STONE, SKY & BREATHING

2011-10-21T14:36:00.001-07:00

Who needs a pick-me-up?
Well, there's whiskey at the bar
Pour yourself a healthy double -
Then drive off in your car.
Who's after a read of the news?
Mr Nomarks running for office
Looks like he might win
So step outside,
You're going to lose.
Walk out among the vitriol and parties
And tiptoe round the pain
And platitudes.
Someone knocked upon my door today
Selling truths for a living
giving his soul away.

I bought her emotions
She flew like birds
Into the sky and away.
Came back when
The memories played bad.
I took her sailing in winds
Neither of us could navigate
We do it now:
Her with the rope
Me with hope.

I suppose we alone belong to each
other
Clasped by hierarchy
Shackled to offices and machined
To the spirit of your malaise
Stuck in a microcosm
You deny, running parallel to
Your fascination of the same.
It's a weird existence,
wishing shit away.
it's a wasted world
Why we worry so
Why we worry.
I wonder, where's the wash
We were wringing out
Are we winding wounded
Are we walking with the world.
Well, some of us are,
Not all of us have loud voices
Spouting inferior opinions.
Carnival time,
Holidays come round
Laugh, live up
And wonder how life slipped away.

What becomes of papers
When they're used?
They get thrown.

What becomes of flowers
When their bloom is gone?
What became of the flowers
I picked for you
Now we're done?

What becomes of summer
When it pours?
Who needs a take me down?

There's gin at the ginhouse.
Let the love flow,
Stop wondering so much about rain: here's why:
Every day,
People see things.
mellow marsh and
Hurricanes, say.
we kill those things dead
Aliens couldn't settle here
There are just too many bugs
They could pick up
Or pass to us.
Or pass to us...
You passed love to me
And now I'm reduced,
Turned into, even,
Another person - another man.
Flowers all bloomed
I water where I can
Flowers, they bloom
I'll water where I can.
Flowers bloom.
Sometimes, we're weak as water
Add whiskey and we're done.
I watch the bluebells sway
In the green, green grass of the unknown.
And I see the grey blocks touch,
The foot of the sky.
And curls of yellow smoke
Spew out of the funnel
Leaving grey bells to chime
In the winter
With brown boxes lowered
Covered over with black mud
And watery tears fall
And feed the ground
Leaving green grass
To grow among the ghosts
And ruins.
And bluebells to sway
And grey stone
To touch the sky.

Doesn't mean I'm not aloud to fly,
In this time before I die.

I really like those times
When I hear myself breathing.

One Year

2011-10-13T03:12:00.000-07:00

A lifetime of changes made efforlessly in one decision
The right one I made when our worlds made collison
These days they have made me the person I was destined to be
The person I waited forever to meet, now standing beside me
Now the days outside this dream can't hurt me with strife
Because your smile that mocks years worth of tears brings me back to life
I always belittled those characters in the movies, proclaiming romance could save us from the fall
But now I'm the fool, that beautiful fool, madly in love and embracing it all.

This Time At Last

2011-10-13T03:04:00.000-07:00

Batteries don't last
Candles burn out
Bulbs expire
Money dwindles
Food rots
Time flies never to return
Clothes wear
Flowers wilt
Prison sentences end
Programmes finish
Stories full.
Metal rusts
Rock fades
Pop goes flat
Growing shrinks
Hearts Stop.

Queasy aint Supernatural

2011-10-13T02:59:00.000-07:00

Charlatans of mockery with weapons of tears
Put together memories with stories that hear
All of life's heartaches the same but with changes
Fortune made and favour these supposedly well meaning strangers

Too Many Flowers In The Garden

2011-10-13T02:48:00.001-07:00

It doesn't seem so far anymore
It doesn't mean so big a deal
What used to be an issue of weeds and of litter
No longer appears unsightly, no longer makes me bitter
For a garden of stone or of grass or of slab
May be easier to tend to but no attention will it grab
So for in theses days before it gets cold
You'll never find me claiming in words oh so bold
This is all too much, this is all to disheartening
You know you can never have too many flowers in your garden

Think

2011-10-06T15:12:00.001-07:00

I'm hanging round awaiting wheels to move enough so I can be back home.
I just don't know what to think of you.
I'm rocking near rats in the river
On a sailboat somewhere far from me
I don't know what to think of you
I don't know what to think of me.

Allowing For Forgetfulness

2011-10-06T14:49:00.001-07:00

You're a ghost now,
And once in every while
I'll find myself laughing,
Well, you can guess...
Allowing for forgetfulness.

You're a ghost now,
And sometimes when I stop
I'll catch my skin freeze
Well, I confess...
Sometimes I resent my guest.

You're a ghost now
And sometimes I take trains
I neither want nor need
Watching fields fly by,
Allowing for forgetfulness.

Movies Are Over In Seconds

2011-10-03T06:02:00.000-07:00

It must be Monday, said the radio DJ, forcing Bob Geldof down my shirt.
I refused to believe him until I saw the calender, but someone had forgot to turn over the sheet and I didn't believe that either.
The newspaper, backed up the headless voice on the airwaves, but journalists they lie just to pleae.
My phone informed me it was Monday, but it's always demanding attention, so I thought it needed some time alone.
A man with a bucket in the street, once asked about days became quite raucous, seeming angry or assuming it was some set up for a reality show about Gardening.
A computer with friends in www places said all I needed to know about Monday was available at the touch of a button, but it all seemed too elaborate for me.
These movies are all over in seconds, so what difference does a Monday make?

If I wasn't Such An Alphabet Forgetter

2011-10-03T05:48:00.000-07:00

I cried for the tenth time that hour.
I whimpered nine the hour before that.
I must have caught double figures before I dropped off to ponder and scream.
I thought it began with a whimsical W, but Winona just left without words.
I conjured up a tentative N, no, Natasha she said I was deranged.
I suggested a possible B, until I recalled the "Fuck You" and door slams Brenda made.
I reasoned a rational L, the rejection text from Leanne found still on my phone.
I dreamed a fantastic S, but Shirley she said she liked men not fools
I wish I was loved just once.
I wish I could it began with U.

Mountain On A Hill

2011-10-03T05:46:00.000-07:00

Thunder!!!
Sunrise??
Aerosol cannister memory
Small town living so big
Usually age brings great theories
But here we all just remain.

Dress Up Conspiracy

2011-10-03T05:40:00.000-07:00

My eyes are grey and silent
They stare with a hint of not knowing
Eye can do nothing to change this
These ears are above no canopy
Useless, not just to me but to you
They weren't any help in saving
The agony that surrounds me like glue
Lips mouthing words that sound silent
Affecting not day, no not night
Vocal chords twisting in ivy
And drowning with no one to climb

Incrementally, My Dear

2011-09-30T15:58:00.001-07:00

When the girls all walked by the bus stop
Directions all their own, directionless.
I'd tell myself a million times a day
'She's not the one to heal me'
Then kill myself, incrementally.

I want to hear the chairs rattle
As they take them out.
I want to hear the birds sing, too.
I want the sun to shine on you.

I want to hear the laughs echo
Saying, 'Lover, I'll love you only.'
But I want these walls to whine
When we wind up lonely.

Love Bombs

2011-09-30T15:41:00.001-07:00

I'm floating in space
Turning moon-boot beats In my brains
Switching supersonic lanes
aiming love bombs at aliens.

Pow.

Downloader

2011-09-30T15:35:00.001-07:00

Keep a list of misdemeanours
Muses and mischievers
And once a week hand it in to me
So that I might shred it
In a fit of piqué.

Make the wretches work
for lumps of coal
Take delivery of souls
And burn them before me.

Give them Internet connections
Things beginning with "i"
And Blackberrys.
Give them time to think they're free.
Then let them cry before me.

Unfinished Infamy

2011-09-30T15:26:00.001-07:00

Keep your ornaments by you now
You'll be needing
Every trinket you can cling to
When your god leaves you
In the company of me.
Follow my finger,
Let me lead you
where the skulls linger.

Long Dark Night

2011-09-23T16:23:00.001-07:00

I'm driving down a long dark road
And it's a long dark night
The ghosts are peering
From hedgerows with yellow eyes.
Ready to run out
And turn me into one of them.

I'm driving down a long dark road
And it's a long dark night
I reach into the backseat
For a map I can't find.
I become aware of my breathing
The ghosts are peering
A noose appears around my neck.

Well Done Them

2011-09-23T15:13:00.001-07:00

Someone's dropping coins
In a wishing well again.
Well, well done them -

Someone's scratching cards
With coins again.
Well done them.

Someone's playing cards again
Got an Ace and a ten,
Well done them.

Someone's got to roll the dice
Twice as good as half as nice.
Busted on black ten.
Well done them.

Break Out Like Stars

2011-09-23T14:34:00.001-07:00

Break out like stars and let them shoot to places no one's ever seen nor will. Walk in fields, climb mountains, climb hills. See the sun set somewhere soon and sing toward the moon. Break out like stars follow footsteps in sand and take your lover by the hand. Keep reason close to reality, float freedom down rivers, jump onboard at least once, break out broken hearts pleading for love, let light shine weekends on your worries. Take seconds lasting hours for yourself. Break out like stars and drop anchors in rivers. Take up taking down things time in need delivers. Have faith the dark will bring the light, walk in fields, climb caverns. Watch the days tick by in years and the books go unread. Watch rattles rattle through your head. Break out like stars and let them shoot at nothing. Let loved ones wear dresses you picked from them. Let their feet whirl in Cinefilm black and white. Let them live again. Let images move from frame to frame, and savour the moments in between. Break out like stars and don't let them mock you. Break out like stars and don't let them stop you.

Future Anxieties

2011-09-23T13:57:00.001-07:00

Lover, will you follow me
If I lose my way
Several decades from now?
Lovely, will you back me up
In fifty years
If I'm feeling that way out?
Lover, will you shed a tear
Then smile at me
As they put the lid down?

The Snows Of November

2011-09-23T12:47:00.001-07:00

Huddling in the shelters
Where the buses pick up dreamers
Dropping off dealers
Sometimes, the scene moves
A million times before I see
A million more before I believe
I'll see the sun again.
Because the afternoons are dark
And the snows of November are coming.

Somebody Else

2011-09-21T15:30:00.001-07:00

Somebody ruined a day
For somebody else
Without a reason...
Except for a hatred
He keeps to himself.

And in the time that it took
For the words to strike the heart
Of the victim,
the culprit was off on his toes.

Somebody ruined today
For somebody else
But there's a reason...
To do with the hatred
He holds for himself.

But in the time that it takes
For him to look into the mirror
His reflection
Is moving to somebody else.

Do, do, do, do, do.
Do, do, do, do, do.
Do, do, do.

Best Buyz

2011-09-09T17:04:00.000-07:00

Seems these
particular letters
have some down time.
Cheers to you,
I suppose
I'm no-one once I die.
Everyone's competing
To be something.
Best citizen
Best songwriter
Best neighbour
Best man
Best woman
Best child
Best wine
Best hearing aid
Best Brit
Best country
Best magazine
Best Z
Best argument
Best break up
Best argument.

Best guitar
Best put down
Best come back
Best artichoke
Best long jump
Best wires
Best coverage
Best website
Best cushions
Best knives
Best screenplays

Best computer
Best earthworm
Best TV
Best body
Best match
Best PC
Best brother
Best box
Best audition
Best breakfast
Best bookcase
Best website
Best stair
Best master to reign
Cheers to you.

I Want To Live

2011-09-09T16:43:00.000-07:00

I'll just tug on down this made-up line
And pitch up in done place
Our ancestors stayed here in 1743.
Now, who'd like a wi-fi to a daydream?
You can have if you can find it -
It's somewhere over there,
Between the clarinets and Canada.

I want to receive
So that I might filter and give
Lord, I want to live.

Real Hearts Never Die

2011-09-09T16:14:00.000-07:00

Real hearts never die
They just grow a little
More understanding
With the arrows.

Girl, keep me close
I hear the voices
From the ghosts of me
A little more than most.

Futility

2011-09-09T15:56:00.000-07:00

You start out, you're just a kid
You give them people all you did
Make a couple of quid.
Spend it all getting stoned
And dreaming
Become vaguely complicit
In corporate scheming
But you rise above,
Take a vow of love
Use profanity
In a forlorn bid
To garner some pathetic notoriety
Drink your fill
while we tread our fucking mill
And end up feeling ill
I'll bet a pound
For every man alive
Who drowned
Or who was lost
And never found
Who'd have his time again.

Sans Apostrophe

2011-09-09T15:28:00.000-07:00

Tuesdays turned my mind
To Monday, it is true.
Monday was the girl who
Packed her bags, buggered off
As I turned the key
That Wednesday
Now we're through.
Funerals on Sunday,
Sans apostrophe.

Ancient Photographs

2011-09-09T15:16:00.000-07:00

Last night, before bed
I saw a photograph
of someone familiar
Staring back at me.
And last night, dreaming,
An old man, with grey hair
Wearing blue but happy
Took his wife by the hand
And went inside from the cold
And leafed through photos.

Reverse sideways

2011-09-05T13:28:00.000-07:00

Killer viral contagion of influenza mixed with pie
The look of independence in the motorbike gang members eye.
Should we all need understanding when the slghtest thing starts to go right
Then the left hand turn on the road never travelled will always be nothing but slight.

Strange Grey Sunday

2011-09-05T13:05:00.001-07:00

The ice is on the subway
When all around is blue
Weekdays seem much further
Than the miles of Saturday
Buildings that cry so skybound
Containing none that echo much true
Some people love one another
And some live lives all grey

Locked Doors

2011-08-28T16:24:00.000-07:00

Stars spin round,
moods change in seconds
Like keys dropped down drains.
Who needs locked doors anyway?
Sky comes down,
dudes spin their records
Free to follow failure anyway
And who needs locked doors,
when you're thinking that way?
And she smokes like a power station
And drinks her fill in filling stations
We were rolling down the interstate
All happy or something
Or not so great.
We held each other through the rain
Me your heart and you my pain
And who needs locked doors anyway?

Adirondack Sunset

2011-08-28T09:21:00.000-07:00

The train rumbles on,
Rocking me gently
And fields disappear behind -
The closing credits to a picture show
Where storytellers stare
As their cigarettes burn -
An Adirondack sunset in a storm.
But like my dreams
They never learned to leave.

Home

2011-08-28T08:28:00.000-07:00

I was having a patchwork cloud afternoon
All poured out words and patched up doubts.
The rain got me thinking of brighter days
And those endless nights were warm.
I was guiding a made up paper flotilla
All whirling waves on a winding river
But the banks made me think of calmer times
When these rainy nights were warm
And my family were all home.