Your 45 rpm singles on the sideboard
one kiss on the couch, all thought is fried
a single or return trip, first hesitation
I ponder who of us will choose a landslide.

Eleven bells split in half and desire is hauled away
I want to plant kisses inside that mouth
close that delicious plug with me
I die to feel that illicit wetness.

On the side of late reactions, pages are torn
you make little sense, so where are you then?
just say where and I'll ride the day through sun
light my cigar, ah but make it in time.

it came into my hands and I waited
then I lost it in the sand
now I comb the coast each day
but it eludes me, mocks my meticulousness and pierces my soles
and my smile box gets emptier every day

a treasure chest without a key is like a ship without a wheel

good to see the sun shine once again
as if it has a choice
toys asleep in the attic and you're still waiting

I won't tell you, because you looked away
when you decided to be blind to truth
and deaf to reality, the shrieks

what the ostrich saw in the sand
curses you'll never know.

it's so heavy, why's it so heavy?
it's the vegetable I ate or maybe too much.
strings drawn tight and a strong drawing
cleanse the inside and outside.

it feels heavy, a break to prevail
shrews in fields and thunderclouds
a different darkness falls on countenance
the railway shrieks, the train has come.

How little they knew, the ploughers
sweat on the brow of grown things
approaching them with chilled drinks on a tray.

Beneath those billowing skirts
what she carried
and with each dragging step, she felt
the deliberate digging into mud
a soft release
of eager seed to ground.

And how they dug into the earth.

Nightfall beckons home a new flock
each week
so no-one ever suspects
the assortment of characters in the dark
Nine white birds
on a line
the only eyes to it all.

yes, been hectic
ups and downs and busyness
exhausted
yet long for the day we can stand toe to toe

oh god how i dream of that day..............

met up with lady on tour yesterday
spent the whole day in her company
refreshing and easy and now i getcrazy this morning
i was too relaxed
too easy
wtffffffffffff

madness.....

through the use of some actions, you've made use of some of my organs
I don't complain
my third finger is claimed long ago by a band of gold
no complaint
your words etched in the wrinkles of my time
easy peasy
now with my legs encased in ice
can't walk

let me be, let me walk, let me breathe, let me be

a spider from a tree, comes down to wait
some cardboard figures want all credit, just cardboard

hanging in the balance, which keyboard dictates
no good typing away when the cursor isn't ready

thanks for resuming the channel, almost missed iot
quick decompressing in the cards, else imploding

intricate on paper, makes for easily disconcerted
part-time envoy of laughter, running round circles

to keep cold feet away and every need gloved
come, I hate promises, let's go shopping

ever felt like u lost something
but u can't tell what it is
yet it rankles the nerves so bad

you place fear at the door
but it lies across the threshold
making you trip each time
it cackles low expletives
and hisses at ur every move

Eden is on vacation
the direct contact is on hold
the engaged tone beeps on and on

To partake of a strange feast where the price claims haughty
too, bits of sanity
or decline.

Courage must be the face to the lion
in a pool of fear
and recognize the unacceptable.

The scorpion waits, a grumpy nip the heel
going round, sprain in soft sand
dessication tripled, slip in butter.

The search via crumbs to secret root
underlining hefty conditions
undermining liberty.

Inside, tempests brew for all the quiet I show
Perhaps my discontent has grown wings
living an existence of stress mounds
where time firmly holds all *****.

I dreamed of gulls giving birth while flying
and catching lumps of coal in their claws
the babies fall halfway to the world
and start flying over hills.

That's got my vote for hope in a world
where kindness is a word
and love just a verbose trinket.

Jester, come
end the game which never started
and the cat curls, entirely oblivious to the sword
now is the time to make all right.

Hey, what was the word?
The weekend bled a million horrors
till next month. Why shift my feet more?
Oh shaman of great power
how is your **** feeling?

Can't make it tonight, baby
just woke now
and I'll keep you a beautiful book
not quite bound, but tight enough
to keep your pages sane.

powder in a rush catches your eye, seems to be an issue
on a roller coasting *****, slipping in the mud
let's arrange a contest with our fans to see who's brighter
you love the limelight, yes you do

no more tea on trays, someone's ego got shinned in
they're on bitter stilts
rides dry up and curfews throw back some
silence is a great peacemaker, learn to schedule a good cry in the shower

On the very last day after too many activities after the other
I'd no idea how ruthless words could be
my sweet talker
beautiful bird out the window

Not asking, but telling
so, so telling
my sweet talker, no sweet talker.

Sweet oil heats, burns and spills over
skin sublime, so sensitive
who'd have thought a spaniard could fly off
a round of expletives on parents

Don't try to figger what ain't fit for fools
go fetch your yella bucket and                 (we told you so)
that box is waiting for you and (tap, tap)
sooner 'n you think, they need your hide again.

Being on the end of your spine, roll on over here
cartilage swings better than spume
that ugly red mother (don't be sore)
ssssettling sediment: the ocean beats slats, always cleans up
you never asked
zero, one, one, one, zero, one one
done!

A bout of
creative souls
to flood this.

I can't wait.
I will look out for you.

I admire how you let your feet dangle in the air.
On front of the entire world, a burning mess.
You show us, teach us.
Inspiration.

Saplings trick the sky when they outgrow the elder.
Slow and sly, then sudden spurt.

I really feel like making love, but I can't.
Not quite now.
I will sing, when I'm through hiding.

Then, some sparks can touch me too.
I'll fall to your lavender smile
and feel as planted as show yourself to be.

for N.

Designed for bouncy, now the appendage
Jets the glance downward.

I'm detecting the sullen art of your railway
scrubbing the skin off my organs, pleasing them
with your moody song, those glittering eyes
hiding what you'd do behind closed doors
Drop my hat reduced
for your pardon, I beg.

She had no idea I watched from the sidelines
she squirmed in her lavender *******
and discreetly rode that wetness (right in front of you)
standing in the swaying crowd.

Dalliance of the holy upstairs (to drive you mad)
clues between the lines
dreams between your legs.

I got a crazy thought. You'd like.
Do you wanna bounce with me
between the lines?

thinking cap and working cap and playing cap and so on
too many caps to carry and sudden changing
where's the simplicity in it all?

I don't want to be your keyboard lover
I want you for real
when will you wake and see
you're closer to solution and it's quicker for you?

bring me in, please bring us closer
the owl's call a hoot away
it's been a long, long time now.

Blades moulded to softness, a kneading
in the afternoon.

Double back efforts to secure new tenure
lots to learn.

A red fluffy thing, vanilla in the biscuit
nobody home.

Although things overflow, Eden's bucket
never forgets.

Dog tired
feet to hades
others run to succour
I'm stepping off
this
mad roundabout
the finale can be in someone
else's hands

for a change.

World rotator broke, needs hearts inside to churn
We are stuck in the same grid.

Agony on the forefront, sign your name to the list
Cardiac arrests in a jam and sad, nowhere out.

Rush your feet, paddle your wares
Sesquicentennial views would baulk at what we do.

They took away my forest
in a bubble.
From high on the top of a tower
I was locked up.

I was lying on a metal bed
and lice bit my head, then my bed
sat on a green lawn. I closed my eyes
and saw the gun. I decided to shoot up
the town and the teacher, all them who kept
guard, kept our minds fed to tubes
freezing out free will.

They locked me away. I saw my heart.
My red heart floating like a balloon.
Just like the forest they stole, the one built
of my freedom. My bed sank right through
the green lawn, and me with it.
Only to pop up to the morning sun.

That's when it hit me.
Sleep is a machine.

So many bubbles
all with their own suns going up
up and away.

like no other day
pained to see this occur
why it's unworkable, I never know

oh please no

Oh, what a day for joy!

One scrum and a run for score
I'm making it, I'm making it
And oh boy, what a win!

May not be bigger than the rest, but never run.
Never underestimate the tinier package.
Unspoken contract in this wiring.

Sitting at my desk, head in piles of paper
unexpected surprise, really, a double take
Jaw dropping through the floor, it's you.

I live in my horse's saddle: a beast, piteous.
Maidens sing forlorn as we pass.
The children do not see the chopper
at the roundabout.
Soon, their shorn locks will match the minstrel's sins of old.
Castles burn in the day: robbers ride boats on land.
Mascots fade against tapestries, hung out.

It's wonderful to sing out, revolt in time.
The sleepers don't hear the bees, save the woodsman.
Trees whisper secrets of the woods upon the wind.
Rows and rows of spears and woven flocks, poor things.
Descendants of cold metal.
They will come.
Too soon.

Bluebells and daisies flattened in an hour, green to brown.
Leather worn and sweat of ten rides polish the future.
Cut to make ribbons of blue for lasses unborn, the sky.
Bring to rise
new rivers of strange color, coppery seeping to earth.

Isn't it just wonderful people love so deeply that a platform as powerful as hellopoetry ends up so inundated with woes of the self, self, self?

Are we truly aware of the horrors we are struck with every day, that kids get shot by the weapon wielder, that free speech gets rammed away?

Opinions of everyone should count and respected not traded as commodity and when opposed, why are all so quick on the high horse?

This platform gets wasted, let's balance the broken hearts, lovestruck, petty squabbles filling pages: simultaneously, diggers make brisk trade.

The world has taken thorough leave of its senses and in its wake, we're left to **** on leftover thoughts of philosophers and thinkers of long ago.

Originality is dead and inciting conflict is the new intellectual game.
Old hand at wars, we are.
Old hat, turn a blind eye.

Little big boy, throw your plastic gun away.
Little big girl, shut down that ******* and duck smile.
Little child, open up and read.
Write the wrongs and make it right.

It's the right of anyone to write, and shooting cameras don't lie.
But but somewhere, the balance is out.
Blind eye, blind eye, the lens takes in and spits out
Blind.

it's a heavy one this isn't how it's meant to go eyes burning dry lump in throat won't go away this kind of loss is not meant to be it's not meant to be a mother suffering this kind of loss is no less for the father this is not meant to be no not meant be not meant to be not meant to be not me

That itch, a flea beneath my skin
one scratch here
and zoom! I'm mapping out new continents
on my back
with red marks on blades
and on the valleys over my ribs.

The tall gentleman says he could see
a face from long ago (old gallows)
in the face of a stranger. One who now
has a hand in progeny's songs.

A piece of dried seaweed and two shells.
Beautiful music, salt balm for the soul.

World falls to pieces, some shot and others blasted
One stands alone, away from it all: this hot day
Jaundice nails disappear—
A few gems are pressed
Upright.

Skin rasps inaudible; tables unturned, and stones too
Barbed words blunted, a lonely figure in the light
Of ascertained darkness—
Sweet **** won't listen
Overt.

Silent consumption on the remnants another finds use
Night brings to life secrets behind the eyelids—tiptoe
Calm into your cosm, of bated breath.

He, growing, is nearly asleep but his psyche keeps fast to the tale
He hears:   The world at end, too many fights, ugly bites
                    They never knew or tasted peace, the blast on close
                    Rights, mere words.

He wakes, jarred by certain fear, praying the bubble at the end
Is big enough for enough
(Enough of the right people).

If the world should end this year and a select handful could make it out
Inside a scientific bubble, hidden in a volcano
(There is talk of super rich buying off tracts and strips
Away from when the crowds go mad........)
Will we need preacher or agriculturist, who will grow the crop?
Is an artist of importance or how about the taxman?
When this big, blue ball's reduced to rubble, do we need accountants?
The cave age beckons, folks and Lard knows, it seems not far off
Not the way groups take turns to hack away humanity.

Stockpile the water, canned food, save a let or two
And leave sentiment at the door, the bubble cannot hold us all
(Wait, where'd I leave my cell? Oh, there won't be electricity, no charge.)
No meat to eat, but hens to lay
Save the flint and remember: keep the secret.

Two white shirts, starched
on the floor of a car, hatchback.

Blue beauty in the corner, wolfish grin
time for the assassin, new belief.

A resolute thing, his horns won't budge
flying from a limerick's mouth, cavernous.

Sunny youth departs in crocodile fears, a phase
Please don't, I swear the farewell will hold.

a letter is traveling far and wide and may land tired in your lap
please, would you pray for one lost?

deliverance creeps on an unsuspecting mood in minute ways
I'd really like to hold your hand.

keeping space in this palm, my thumb could hold much more
rebel sage said love and fear motivate.

my eyes are red yet dry, a sudden drizzle; feet patter to lines
a small feather tucked gently inside.

made to hold a heart, but fit to catch your crash
you always felt me in the way, had to let it go
found it hard and made it harder

you were gentler with my thirst this time
slowly dragged the leaking cup
away from aching lips

never saw it coming, slow retraction
astute biding, the wait
the right moment, cut down the blubber

step by calculating step, it came round
sleeves rolled back, fields are spalled
choosing the relative best of the lot.

Tight ride over uneven roads, long distance.
Defaulting poor folk kicked off by greedy banks.
The egg broken, the cocoon breached.
The warmth of family tested, cracks a little.

Why do we all play into sickness this way, holding up
the machine?
Nothin' but a greedy gobbler with zits on its face, holding us
over steam, turning our sweat to coins.

Highways passed and road stops by a strange camp.
No, none too friendly.
Into tiny blocks bundled, and foremen huddle sheep
to the fields.

Open slaughter of work. March us back to the confines.
A sad day. Bits of paper and forms to fill, is all we become.

Omelettes today, some meat in the tent later. Come happy, children.
Come lick at the cauldron on the dusty floor.

Beyond the golden fields, the sun bursts to final red.
A small walk denied. ****, dreams in the hot tea curls.

just another day to wade through and strange, that in the heart of it all
an unlikely blessing blown this way
an attempt at some lighthearted joke
work squeezing headspace into impossible places

debating whether to serve it on a platter or abandon altogether
scales tip, alarm bells go off and peril plays its little havoc games
an exile tired from the excessive demands slides out of view
and ends with a sidewalk splattered, sad remains

but someone sandwiched a smile
one more advised to take it easy
someone else laughed, the bag's not all lost
and another blew a kiss
      this way
today

I'll hold you and find a way someday
kiss your indulgence by the plucked strings
of a blind moon.

Where did you put the nails?
The wall cries desolation for
some art pieces my heart can't
be sorry for.

What you along for? been looking hard
for the second part of heaven, we all.
This life closes with every second
you allow to run to gutter, to waste.

every time the thing switches, I hold back my intensity
to appease the discomfort you cut yourself on
yesterday's child has gone missing; how we run together
duration's heavy and frustrations never ease up
reaching out to the hands I yearn for
here now and then into disharmony it falls

the turns and bends on the highway
catch on and burn the tyres, but wheel on
a stop at a lonely cafe and the deed is done.

blocks are built high, towering all else
then they tumble down each time
build up, build up and see where it goes
can't go so high up, into the sky

sun will scorch every time
and winds will rip
leaving a host of mixed emotions in its wake

let's hold hands instead
and feel the glow of Spanish eyes
climb into your heart

I might nag on you and cry like a dog
but you have drive, you put me to shame
those with their stupid papers flying about
bragging about knowledge and garbage
you have less and yet, twice a week
you produce, you put us all to shame.

I realize slowly
you're shifting the needle in my compass

magnetic moves in cloud
looking clear now, I see the distance

sudden and incomprehensible
as if I've had a hand

my heart clamps in protest
and these feet say otherwise.

A surprise gift, choppy waters for an unintended dip
and wanting to buy a towel but forgoing all to the ******
deserted and clear
detour opens the mountain, the wind howls later.

We carry the burden uphill in a sweatshirt
long abandoned
a dinosaur shell, of pale blue
for a happy child blowing harmonica gratitude
on a black gate.

All innocence melts to discoveries of desire in glowing smiles
my, how the wall stretches
Into the hours, a pouring of replay on replay
Intake of emotion, overdose of heart unscarred
never a dull moment, the pictures come down in miles of shy
and who knew secrets could tumble easy from bosoms?

Kidding round and passing time, the cat's gone
under the radar, they think they fly
you try over and over, heat rises
upending bits of seaweed and whispers inside shells.

Laughter breaks like waves over the rocks
so wonderful to have them here again
It's really been so long, yes
and feels like a delightful festival
in the former dream of seven parcels.

Bring me your marks and let the red slide down
it's time to unwind, I don't how when
we will be free again
to crack a joke and share a tale or two
At worst, we still miss the lost ones. We bless them.

bland apple juice and spaghetti mince makes missed Friday dinner
on Saturday
and the little friend lost gains some anger
strange for a non entity

a heated one solo in the middle of night
and a solid one up there
did you like it?
it's not my usual, but it was ok

don't act sad when that beat goes off kilter
arms don't reach out but other arms do.

How I dream of walking among the reeds
and the whispering bulrushes
and holding onto the reins of tomorrow
Do you imagine anyone could slide out of
today and down into a chosen moment?

Take it and cradle a dream and make
half a universe wish come true
for me.

And count on Mercury to land some sweet spoils
in all the mess embroiled
in the middle of wintry thoughts
We can find a pinned butterfly to a tree
but it will never fly.

Like the wishes we refuse to relinquish
Nothing will step out dream state
until it takes to flight.

A moth's carrying your face on mosaic metal wings, half of mine inside
drummer boy, she's in a long, black dress
drummer boy, don't drink the brack water
I didn't look up this time, so I guess I never saw it

The hot air balloon transporting a house with a bird in a cage inside
Tall plant growing through the sky, into space
The sun as its face of flower, petals falling and an insect mouth
There's horns on every building where people store their god and the stars discontent with simmering fires, coming closer to the forests
and goddess flies over towers and ugly stock remains undoused.

You cannot swim through the sea of letters in my head
I sent you only two, anyway and I don't know what now
Hearts grow skew and the plant twists, one root to your door
Right into the foyer where your wheels stand, now capped with cold
This river in me is colored by the cracks in your last sentence.

And as you're well aware, some deer skitter toward water's edge
to counter a thirst of madness, peaking to a frightening fall
I'd do well to break this branch, bugs in the mouth again and
some peepholes don't ever speak but see.

You used it.
Big vision.

A baby grand in duet with lapping waves, me.

When they released her, she looked back.
Fuel for the beasts, and getting late for picking bluebells.

The white space filled up.
Noise for cramming, more.

Yuk, some wrote and others spill without thinking.

A good edit needs many small steps.
Dovetail's detail. Clockwork ambience.

Flew off. Left the heat on. And it's still burning.
New day on gusts awful, blow blow blow your horn.

Assistance required, of a technical nature.
Urgent part need, optimal.

Insert a thought for the needy.
Satiate your own hunger, hurry!

New colors arrived after years, long wait, extra.
A trickle of lavender oil, burning towns.

The priest was not the savior, they all thought
Vow of silence briefly broken, to save another.

True sacrifice, his face is half lasered away
Insert the key. So close and far now, it goes.

Charity begins closer to home. Pilgrim, shame on you.
The light is out. Lend a candle then, a chunk of bread.

When they think love will answer to every beck and call
it's just a cocktail of hormones and time
now the graveyard of wishes has their dreams added to it
a premature disaster when arrogance is a block
still, it's a gift but the timing is out of joint
freedoms flies out, a total mess now, responsibility
heavy on the shoulders not quite ready for the weight.