Earlier in the morning
I’d read the movements of a stalwart blackbird
flicking dead leaves on my concrete driveway,
gleaning for grubs

Later, as I unloaded the weekly food shop,
substitute, as it was, for fun,
I heard an imperious cry,

scrolling up, the fork-tailed red kites circled
in a sunshine that denied pathetic fallacy

and the screech they made meant nothing

I will go into the cold, lonely night
With you on my side, with you on my mind
If we have to go through this again,
still we won't ever die.

My friend Brad said to get ready
for the coming storm
that's why I am kissing you so hard
that's why this night shouldn't end
that's why
I gleam like a demi Sun today

Show me the beauty, beyond our careworn world
where sighs of woe outnumber gasps of wonder

Show me the beauty, of a winter sky seen from a window
etched in deepest shades of elephant grey

Show me the beauty still to come,
Sleepless dawns above silent shuttered houses

Show me the beauty hidden in plain sight,
A gift for those who dare to reach beyond their walls to see

The mundane creeps into me,
as I try to wade away ashore
with my precious sanity.

The rooster's asleep too,
like me at daybreak.
Yet I drag along, nevertheless.

The screen's my public now,
and home's my ever-morphing
dreamland, that never ends.

My limbs yearn movement,
lungs yearn the breath of freedom,
minds crave the travels.

The dreary present dawns into me,
as my heavy eyes drift into
the lands unknown, unvisited.

Tempting to think that
soliloquies of the morning
on the garden bench radio
drifting in and out of earshot
seagull on the patience wall
tilting heads in confusion
to understand such chaos
well-wishing together to say
stumbling along blind desire
into ignorance forming timely
manner please don’t shout
when you could speak softly
it’s not enough to want
but always better to kneel
to protect your loved ones
elevating the ghosts yesterday
whispering their magic ballads

sorrow catching my eye in glancing along the sides headphones
dry up form music flowing safely home swimming the stream
dream relaxing into it and out of it furthermore striving inside
the haste of time and space leaps forward catching fish Google
the names of people still not here for you and I lips reading
the notice on the wall by night sorting moods and blue light
goes out of the clouds riding alive and free eternally into the ocean
of goodness we never see the reigns of the old and passed the future
we go onwards but luckily sure of ourselves but yes he said testing
the old stuff into new territories like the old school flies on the walls
coping with the stress of it all to tie the ends of fame and fortune
crying sighs the clouds move in on him park rides and scatter cushions alive feeling to stress the importance of love five times they said that to your whole company beats money and things although he crashes on the waves to meet the fears by night and by day we all say
today that the day comes before the dawn night air feeds folk love lost trite excuses follow the lead on by day and hopeful necessity flings itself beginning from the mouth of the ocean rivers flight by the by to meet the order of the dayside loneliness heights of fiction function beneath us time and time again and again over and over tomorrow freely likes the excuse of never coming to meet us morning times coming and going fortune reigns high on heads of might and yours come follow me to the hall taxi you can be there in spirit and hope gladly I see them all moving forward those fields in different colours vivid through and through my dad where is he I saw him earlier but no more stress on legs from crossing the tides chair away on the carpet tv on high below the strife of times away gorge on fruit and rubber duckies triplicates forward to the marketplace Robin Williams long grass and blood from the eyes of the breezes cold wind blowing knows shoes to take in Paris ghosts haunting the rooms
of the hotel desk table with soft light and fairy lights dim
and nearly gone to turn freely like the beach cards on which we play and frame our references on them let us leave it all to you then sidecar halfwit in control of how things should be normal or not normal or whatever you say is nonsense but the belief is strong and the winds of change are coming fast to throw you all on the **** heap of misery built on the sores of people raging in their hearts from nursing their wounds blooming flowers of negligence to take their heart to gold and charity caving in on their souls for good luck to with the night airs of chairing the meeting of time and Teams for 10 o’clock likeness of the world gone by cavernous value of meritorious victory sponging on the cave tonnes of brickwork graffiti faces