(2013)
Quite often I find myself running for the train in the morning.
#Run
The first time I entered you, You did not embrace me, Stone cold hearted made me feel cold and me and my money, parted.
The page was waiting like the dark liquid poured itself luminous in the night-time dim orange shed, orange head full of unburnt connections
Just a drop In the ocean Pretty pearl of glass Infinite reeling colours Inside
Let the children sleep, so the world is eroded before our eyes alone by the anger, famine, bomb and war… of the bean-counting machines.
Write your name on the next bomb.… Wish for a child to hit. A hummingbird pipsqueak heart stop… A punch like a holy fist. Hold a used shell to your child’s…
The first gasp of potent air taken in, shocks and awes innocence.
Silence but for the ebb and flow of echos in a stilling mind reaching for a pause
Speak softly in the night for shadows cast in these inverse… frost the flowers in the soul Do not allow phantom predatory circular thought…
I am inside by the window Outside it is snowing the dormant grass pales as the icy… of a million frozen raindrops attempt their silent smothering.
Just don’t forget me, I’ll do anything, cover myself in jelly, If it’ll keep me on your telly. I won’t talk about babies in bunke…
Oh! It’s late again caught the last train woke up to the fields to walk with my night friends I’ll teach the moon to eclipse
Vanquished, the night slides from… those cruel games over. In the thin sliver of winter warm this unkempt heir rose, clung close by the odour of night-…
Hurried by the wind, my mind races across impassible reaches to where you too are watching in shared solitude There is no torture
And to the next debarkle, Thunder gone minds, Sparkle, in the breeze of this midweek nigh… Nothing special to say,
Lost in this city I call to the twinkle star minds with a whisper the crowds respond with no words or time