Sorry Till Next Time

Blank angel-face dancing before me
Like a kaleidoscope of broken dreams
And promises on the lawn
Another yesterday's argument
And she says "Sorry till next time,
I'll make it up to you,
Till next time"

Breakfast in bed, or a slave labour day
Currents lurking beneath, its difficult to say
Which way the wind is blowing
And whether she's turned away
And she says "See you later"
Silhouetted by light
She is gone.

The Mean Sleep

The dream sleep comes to you
Shows you how to be a better man
But your falling from a skyscraper
And you're wondering if you can
Fly away for another dream
Perhaps where oceans
Frame the scene
And lap against the sandy shore
To lull you into peace once more.

Where have you come?

Lamplight falls
On heaven's shores
Drinking life's long dream
Felicitous
And conspiritous
To manchurian extreme

Stolen Comfort

Wind-shown, brow-bent
Strident, heaven-sent
Leave the floor
The way it was
Tooth and comb
Slick as a brick.

Dry Eyed Terror

The quiet children on my floor
With bovine eyes they close the door
And leave me all alone once more.

Inside a TV leaps to view
Almost old and almost new
Hiding from the naked truth

Through the ceiling dusts a thud
The neighbours screaming out for blood
The tranquil pool is churned to mud

Out the lift and down the street
Gutters cleanse my sinful feet
And those of friends I've yet to meet

Splashing through the parking lots
Of executives and city cots
In a shower of heaven-send drops

Till at last silence once more
Capsuled by the oaken door
Frees the pity kept in store
For the quiet children on my floor

Soul Music

Up the treacle laden path
To the uncle drinking math
And he's handing the smoking gun
To the neighbourly government
Entangled to the opperator
Possessing refridgerator.

Silicon Chips

She was strong
In my arms
A sunken colony
A drunken diver
Beneath the backlit sea

She was strong
In our eyes
A force unto herself
A tired tornado
Only to fall so far

She was weak
In our eyes
Sprawled on the floor
Gasping for air
And we would not help her,

A Truism Anthem

Make me a statement
That's always the same
A truism anthem.

Many Thanks

Polymorphism
Take him to the show
Bowing and waving
Eyes shut stride forwards
Embrace the silent crowd
How many modes?
Vibrating through time
Waterskiis and electrolyte
To battery power success.


The day is long
And I am lost


To polymerise infinity
And pour it into the sea.


The pamphlet woman
Cowled in shadow
Spoke double math.


Rotate your life
A vision in blue
I am the knife
A vision of you
Drives me to sleep
To the hum of the
Engine

To Noone

The weather never
Halts its weary tred
And shivering in extacy
My footsteps echoed by the sea
I'm silhouetted
By the wounds I've bled
Those silent happy memories
Are slipping now away from me

The days bleed by
In parties all night long
The words that spoke of innocence
Are lying dusty on the shelf
A simple smile
A shoulder to cry on
Are long departed: Rest in peace
I'll wake you no more from your sleep

Bandwidth

Zero hour nine AM
A bolt of thought
Lightning-strikes
The dusty ceiling
Of my fixed abode
To the sultry cries
Of the flute and oboe
Accompanied on
The bongo drums

Eyes Forwards

I'll take a path
Tommorrow's come
And washed away
All meaning
I don't realise
Where I am heading
Until too late.

Fjourding pastures
Of jaded green
On a haphazard
Life-like submarine
Am I all I seem?
Take three
And see me again
In the morning.

A Break Through the Eyes of a Window.

Clouds crowd growling
At the muffled passers by
Footsteps slowly eaten
By the cottoned mist of rain

Eyes wide open
A concrete and metal
Testament to the enduring
Human surprise

Computer humming
Behind a flashing screen
Eyes turn to measure time
And back to work again.

The Open Seas

The sailor made the weather
Like a feather dancing on the end of his cap
Aghast against the ocean
His devotion like a river of molten life
That teemed into his dreams
Bursting at the seams with a holy, zealous fire
Till atlast it bubbled over
This naval rover could no more stand its sting
He took the final plunge
A desperate lunge at the quiet on the far side of dreams

The April Chronicles

April
Through the mountains
And the streams
Answer me

April
Through a book
Cover to cover
Speak to me

April
Through the look
In your eye
Comfort me

I Won't Drink It

It all depends
On midnight treats
Where lamplight falls
Beneath slippered feet
And plodding gently home
On a whim of chance
Betwixt ample companions
Of the imagination
Supported by a spinning world
Encased in dim starlight
If I blink or get turned about
I'm not coming home tonight
But for a more exotic destination
To wake up oblivious
And in agony
Tonight
I won't drink any more

I am Staff

Welcome friend and
Compatriot, fellow
Cypriot in our Hellenist
Endevour
We shall harness you
Like the power of the
Waves grinding the shore
Forever

I am staff
Staring at the sea
I am staff
Beneath the halls of bone
Strung up for all time
On the fragrant whims of chance
Asleep no more to dream
And be one again
With the unknown.

Rollercoaster Dream

It is a real-life portrait
Of everything that's on late
Shining on your TV screen
I thought you were quite irate
At being forced into fate
Like a roller-coaster dream

You said you didn't know it
That's why you never show it
Even when you want to scream
You think it's like a movie
The music is quite soothing
Like a roller-coaster dream

The world is full of yesterdays and tomorrows, but there is only one today.

The world is full of yesterdays and tomorrows, but there is only one today.

Please

Talk about common sense
And I will show you the news
Blaring on the screen
Where they tell us
All we need to know
Are we laughing at ourselves,
Or only at the simpletons in the screen
(It could be me, it could be you)
Who can say
Let him with pure eyes
Cast the first glance.