To an Anonymous Friend

The night is rife with song
Hanging by a tender thread
A cinder ready to spark
And you and I are lost
In the stream in which we flow

Laughter by the gallon
And stories in their swarms
Eddy on around us
Like a twig lost in a storm
Till land is lost from sight

But keep your eyes on the horison
Because that is where I'll stand
With my watchful eye upon you
And a cup of water in my hand

Off into the darkness
Boldly forth into the unknown
Tell me wanderer do you realise
Where it is that you are gone,
With your swaying foot-step tread?

I'll be waiting just outside
And tapping on the glass
To stave away disaster
Till danger sweeps on past
And you are not grounded.

This House Looks Bigger from the Front.

Looking through the window
And the rainbow glass
That reminds me of my dusty past
Or a rainbow tomorrow
I'm too scared to turn around
This house looks bigger from the front.

When You Come

Life's a bit of wait and see
When you come
Like a flock of birds
Or an aeroplane
On a windy day
To land on my front step.

I'll glide gently to and fro
Like a breeze
In a little rowboat
And you rock me to sleep
Or to laughter
As the sky scudds by.

When you come
You sing to me
Voices of a thousand harmonies
And a safe harbour
With the salty wind
For company.

Hah, I have not posted in an unholsome while. This is due to all sorts: exam time sucking, busyness and general kerfuffling about. Such a pity. I hate to leave many days unposted.


Memory Graft

There are times when I remember you
At the beach by the pier
In a broken down summer
That stretched on for years
I remember the laughter
I remember the waves
And I wish that I could just
Cut it away

Tsunami has washed me
Past the breakers
That broke me
Now I am alone at sea
With memories for company

Purple-black Haze

There's a purple-black haze
Alseep on my plate
A bruise rising from the lake
Of rippling ink on my page

It has a life of its own
This quiescent beast
A malevolent scene
Spring-loaded to unfold

Whispering sage truths
Like the corner of a building
Hiding the unseen
In a scrawling of muse

And I perch, forcing
Recalcitrant brain
More facts to contain
And not leak like rusted plumbing

But exhaustion rises
Like a purple-black haze
To drive me beneath the rippling waves
Where consciousness flits away
To its own devices.

Born on Time

At a blurring run
Through the match-stick crowd
Starring, blank faces
As you pass swiftly by
To the dissinfected sanctums
And a hospital bed

A work HalfDone

There were times when I'd find myself waking
To shadows of morning light
and the birds overhead kept on calling,
Haunting me all through the night
Then I found you and everything unwound

chimney smoke
and you spoke
driving away hunger
like the breath of life
whispering in my ears
tingles down my spine

Acidify

You're not a ship
To carry me
When the weather's rough
And raging
You're not a dream
To fade away
The minute I come
To waking
Like the morning fog
But you are gone

Somebody says something
And inside turns out
And I'm on my feet
Running like a dead man
Is that the future
At the tunnel ending
Or only the bright prelude
To the end?

This is not a day
For tears
Nor a night for
Farewells
You are not the one
Who has broken my world
But you are not the one
To sew it back again.
You are my daylight
As I hold you in my arms
And gently let you go

Somebody says something
And inside turns out
And I'm on my feet
Running like a dead man
Is that the future
At the tunnel ending
Or only the bright prelude
To the end?

Military Tirade

The clouds scudd low
Missiling home
The thousands of dots
Lit up by their life
Flickering on the screen
Of the trigger-happy man
In-charge and out of control
They think they are silent
Unseen as ghosts
And they are wrong
As the sky screams
And day dawns for a split second
They are made silent as ghosts

Taxi Stand

Chaos reigned from the tubulent sky
This mortal coil simply won't conduct
Left with only the view of my mind's eye
Silence is just one more terror to subtract

Harmonica

Through the viscous urban streets
Dancing like a dream unleashed
Up the stairs and through the door
Roped in silence to the floor
Gliding, hazed and barely felt
The mist of rain from winter pelt
Settling in warmth before the fire
To the call of the harmonica.