October 19, 2015
The Beach
Too many pebbles on a beach to count
Two flying seagulls soar above waves
I smell the salt on sun-warmed skin
and hear feet crunching stones
Echo in caves.Beach life. Life on the beach.
Fruit knife, slices a peach.
Laze away. A way to laze.
Everything today
Turns to a haze.Hot sand burns the soles of my feet
Sea-shells cut into my skin
The salt of the sea in the cut
Makes me flinch
String of beads on my necklace shrinks.
October 18, 2015
Talking on Telephones
Talking on telephones
Walking on belly bones
Don’t know the answer
Capricorn sounds better than cancer
Talking movies
Speaking truly
People die
What are people?
I am not dead
Not like Fred
West – not the notorious
guy from Bristol
But the one who offered me cider
When I was only 6
Probably would be locked-up
If he did that now
But he won’t ‘cos he’s dead.
Not worried about the finality of it all
When you’re dancing around in a teetotaller’s ball
With endorphins flushing through your channels
And your brogues getting polished by your flannels
Enough!
This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco
No ‘end of year do’ for the dental floss few.
It’s an audition and you didn’t get the part.
NEXT!
May 30, 2015
Charcoal Car
Driving in my charcoal car
I stop and check my chocolate map,
On my way to the field of ‘phones,
Drive four hours – take a nap.
Make some money ‘phone pickin,
Saving for a feather guitar,
So I can play and sing my surreal songs,
Standing on the roof of my charcoal car.
Not far to misty valley
I take a left and a right
Then a right and a left
Field of ‘phones at the bottom of the kite.
Make some money ‘phone pickin,
Saving for a feather guitar,
So I can play and sing my surreal songs,
Standing on the roof of my charcoal car.
Two months I’m pickin up ‘phones
Wilkins dry is part of the deal,
I’m the only one whose not a robot
They don’t eat, don’t sleep, don’t feel.
Make some money ‘phone pickin,
Saving for a feather guitar,
So I can play and sing my surreal songs,
Standing on the roof of my charcoal car.
Finished the job ‘n left my digs
And bought my feather guitar
On the road now booking gigs
Driving along in my charcoal car
Make some money ‘phone pickin,
Saving for a feather guitar,
So I can play and sing my surreal songs,
Standing on the roof of my charcoal car.
August 24, 2014
Two Plus
Two wolves in a pack
Two days in a week,
But worlds in between.
Two parents, same eyes
Two sexes, same thoughts
Delight unforseen
Two bodies one being
To being one body
Our adding machine.
Two teachers,
Two schools,
Two children,
Two jewels.
April 1, 2014
Warsaw
Lots of coloured lights in a motorway tunnel
White lines disappear in a hypnotic funnel.
Comforting warmth cocoons my seat,
Lots of elves and fairies at my feet.
I dance through chives with a chosen few,
Boarding complete. Room with a view.
The nearest exit might be behind you,
Switch off electronic devices on cue.
A tray of chocolates and a voice wakes me
from a slumber where wild horses chase me
past some rocks, desert, clock of long now
We've landed in Warsaw - I don't know how.
Butty too
I saw a beautiful brown butterfly
Thinking on a flower.
Suddenly it took flight,
Glided past,
Glanced a hair,
and touched me with its power.
November 30, 2013
It’s Over
I saw a hover fly this morning
It’s just another day.
No-one says a word to me
It’s just another day.
Now it started raining harder
It’s looking rather grey.
The only way through this
Is keeping out the way.
Drab sad woman shopping
Leaves me feeling low,
Grumpy man with moustache
Prods me cos I’m slow.
It’s just another day.
I listen to Patti Page singing
of sand dunes and salty air
I see a humming bird in my mind
Koniec tego despair.
I See
Optical pause,
Audible cause,
Fast draws,
Legal flaws,
Society laws,
House of straws,
Seesaws.
November 24, 2013
Two
Two wolves in a pack
Two days in a week,
Alike but worlds apart.
Two parents’ faces
Different sex, same thoughts
Growing closer in looks and likes.
Two bodies one being
To being one body
The same but different.
Two children,
Two schools, two teachers,
Two jewels.
