A pale
And heatless ray
Of sun split through the blind’s
Small gap. You dropped the blind and it
Was gone.
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 2:21 PM UTC
A host
Of heedless gnats;
They fly late in the day,
Get framed in sunlight's final rays,
And dance.
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 2:36 PM UTC
Look up -
The blue of sky
Can stretch a question out,
Unravelled hugely there, held up
In air.
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 1:28 PM UTC
Boldy,
That bird sings joy
And hammers out his songs
In quiet’s place; brave airs before
Nightfall.
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 1:27 PM UTC
My mother's love got taped on reels and spools,
Cassettes she threw on on an old-school deck,
On wheels that spun straight through our lives and went
Unbreaking. What played in us played there on that
Machine, so we were soundtracked to her old-school
Tunes, to folk stuff - sixties hippy **** -
That pulled our radar-hearts around and made
Our souls attend. We'd be bouyed-up on soundwaves,
Beats her hand MC-ed, her finger soft
On PLAY, and sometimes, when the mood was right,
We heard her too. Who knew that half a world
On, on some late night slot, some other tune-in,
I would find her track, and be rewound?
Her sonic reverb tells me, “dance now, dance”.
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 10:00 AM UTC
We constitute the army of youth, and we
Stand for things that matter far beyond
Breakfasts and dinners, and the chatter of neighbours.
And we also listen to headphone vibes
That spout what's important, and we
Know who our enemies are, and *** and that,
We know too. We know to know news enough
To know there's no matter that matters and
We know everything about injustices
Of the heart and mind, and sometimes
The bone too. Knowledge is fluid in our hands
Like holding an ***** that is warmly wet -
So close but not close enough. We know
More than our parents in all their years and we
Don't care.
Jul 8, 2011
Jul 8, 2011 at 9:16 AM UTC
Hot today
Road-crossing slow
Couples snail-walk
Love on show
Buses queued
Shoppers bagged
Cars throb-beat
Traffic drag
Mid-road-island
Man is lost
Tiny dog
Seeks lamppost
Time getaway
Stop revolve
Go home vicar
Mystery solved
Jun 5, 2011
Jun 5, 2011 at 9:30 AM UTC
And sometimes when
My heart has sung
It's tune of unleashed joy,
I know that free
Is on the move
Like that skateboarding boy.
Jun 5, 2011
Jun 5, 2011 at 9:27 AM UTC
Exhausted by death, we took the car and drove
Away, past gut-torn children and the like -
The stricken hospital, top-heavy despots, dust.
Someone cried, and for a while the earth stood still.
Then on we rushed as sand got in our eyes,
Through states with something rotten at the heart
And effigies that stared with wrinkled lips,
And women crying over families spent,
And gunned-through houses, doors and windows, gone.
And once a grimed-up pick up cut us up,
Tore past in clouds - Land Cruiser tyres churned -
And at the wheel a man's split-second face,
A turban and a beard, fanatic stare,
Long gone in dirt, but at that time,
We knew him to be mad. Then on we drove
To pastures new and sand dunes stretching miles.
At noon, a woman offered food, her children
Clustered round her, shut-up face. We left
Her scratching yet more dust, and sped into
The only sun, into a slap-up village where
The kids in rags kept up their pestering cries
Of hunger, sickness, want, disease, and pain
That stretched back years. They clawed the car,
Tore strands of air between their teeth and we
Were heart-struck at their noise. By dusk
We headed out again – the clamour died -
Catching the western sun before it sank,
We disembarked and tucked it up in bed,
Knowing ourselves at home, and finally
Slept at last where it was warm and dark.
Jun 5, 2011
Jun 5, 2011 at 9:19 AM UTC
dropping beats, spitting rhymes in this underpass,
you rapped to the rhythm of my darkling heart
laid down that **** like a line of the white
pulse is banging but my head is light
and now it’s like this mix is the styx part II
there’s a river and I’m crossing **** over to you
in this underground we sound like souls apart
i reach out you feel and the blood stream starts
i think i see family in the ghosts who scream
brothers and sisters in the shades i deem
to be like my own when this cipher’s writ down
in this tunnel in this channel in this under the ground
in the dark of this underpass its heavy black
god’s demon throbbed and i hollered back
Mar 27, 2011
Mar 27, 2011 at 6:28 AM UTC