After many near misses
sweet thunderbolt kisses
explode upon my lips
heady molten sips
which burn me
turn me to matchwood
incendiary splinters
ashes of desire
a willing victim of flame and fire

In clouds of rain
caught sight
Among the stars
took flight
Torn asunder
oh sweet thunder

And well ****
What year is it
Set the alarm for 9
and snoozed
till half past 10

A warm bed
and lovely dreams
or frigid realities
of white bics
and dry wicks

So off to lecture halls
and faulty seals
to restore
what is not yet forgotten

clock in clock out
dive in block out
knuckle down
try not to drown
get a grip
don't slip
sane words
sane words
same words
forwards
sideways
backwards
find a way
not to say
that or that

and surely not that

jesus christ, son
take a pill. chill

Returns to view with blinding color
Her corona of amber waves.
I squint to glimpse her smile there
from many miles away.

But the night-shift lights
Are not quite so bright.
So through the air
Eyes ache for something out there.

Who cares if it's evening
or early morning,
if everyone's asleep.

Grey Noise
Of the hum drum
Bells of bums
the machine runs
No sweat
air pumps
Sputter
Spatter
Doesn't matter
Gotta live
Gotta learn
Turn turn turn