(2015)
Impossibly big things are born from the infinitely small. This symmetry exists throughout all levels in the universe, including love and emotions.
Silence but for the ebb and flow of echos in a stilling mind reaching for a pause
30,000ft life support this thin walled impro-bubble Moulded curves sealed in air, buckled to chair
The forest mist sits out of the car early man unsits from his car into boots on the groaning mouth of the boot
Time is up time to senesce green usefulness sucked out left to hang our unburdened colour shines
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…
I danced in the city when the day… I danced around the throngs and wo… I wondered what it was that had su… that I joined a queue from a new d… Spend then, wherever you may be
And to the next debarkle, Thunder gone minds, Sparkle, in the breeze of this midweek nigh… Nothing special to say,
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.
Sit a while with me if you will Take the strain off your weary mind, you, have too much on your plate, wait, lets have tea and
Toys of war bought willingly by those who wish to be part of something
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.
This morning’s focus is lost in my head This morning’s traffic made another one dead This morning’s talking points
Took a ride out to the hill family of five tightly coiled shoehorned in a car late this song no this one
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-…
“All aboard”, the Captain cries music to my ears Up the fog soaked ramp the ocean mist already claims me into the wooden creaks