When making observations of the night sky
constellations
I am aware that patterns form, lights flick on and off and stars are being born even as I look.

I listen in quire avidly to the BBC light programme on the crystal set while waiting for the wireless one,
transistorisation is sure to follow on and who knows what comes next,
predictive text?

Haha that made me almost crack a smile.

but the speed in which we're racing to the future is in danger of overtaking itself and when the speed of light is left behind what colours will we have?

a million, billion pixels form,
another raging Sun is born
I find myself awake when
the earthquake
measures five point eight

Alert is one more state of mind
one more place to find
what I'm looking for.

What the **** is this?
******* do your dishes!

(20 minute poetry)


The lights of stars can only show
what we already see but don't want to know,
We're worlds apart.

Smash atoms if you're able or go quantum if you're capable.

I sense the uselessness of jogging on.

Static lines and the I.E.D
land mines
wait out there
do you see?

Depression is the better part of something we should never start
worlds apart.

I'm finding obstacles
flowing tentacles
that catch and hold me fast

what then to spur me on?


and no one in oarticular takes these
particles,
they smash upon the concrete floor.

what's it all for?
we ask this many times
more mines to explode
upon the eye

asking why is candy floss
odds on
on
a dead loss.

The candles of the dead
will not be extinguished
floating like blossoms in the deep
cradled by spectral hands
never seen by the living
except in dreams
or art

Did you come this far
for the view?
Or was it a curious urge
to find forgiveness
in a time of grief?

I can grant you forgiveness.
I have the power
through time and the tides
my calloused hands
have held the sun like an egg
my feet have climbed
Mt. Olympus
and none the wiser

So come gently with me
leave your battered dreams
on the bedside table
drink a draught of this noble wine
stand upon this precipice
of uncertainty
and contemplate something
near to eternity.

The candles will light your way.

i.

without words,
boy, caught up in the dark,
brown-eyed boy,

as night drifts,
dark in her clouds.

ii.

a tumbling
star,
leaden feet
sink to earth,

drowning stream...
poured from a water jug
a dark, crackling sky.  

iii.

night's thick opiates
glaze,

unmissable sky
sinks anchor-like.

iv.

slumber-heavy,
dreams carried to the stars,
lost time
stretching like a cat.

v.

boy, sleep sound tonight,
brown-eyed boy,

as night drifts
dark in her clouds.

Waves speak
to the shore
in rippled verse
scattered shell
strands of kelp

in the sand
each visitor
inscribes a story
sandpiper, wigeon, crow
raccoon, otter, coyote

I read each one
as I write my own

And when I can't think straight
And the day is growing late
I can't take a chance
I just let it go and dance!

And when the heart grows cold
Ah the dreams of old
All the hopes and aims
Now just a waiting game

Now the words flow fast
Emotions don't last
A song of fleeting desire
Lifts the spirit higher

But as the night winds blow
And they're wrapping up the show
Still I raise my weary hands
I let it go and dance..!