Little blisters of atmosphere Litter the hillside Coloured flowers Of festival field Flutter in breeze Banner bright Storm lit trees Rain soaked vibrance Sun and cloud Bubbles arising Liquid dreams An offering to the sky A rainbow arch Fixing memories To the minds eye
Fairy taodstalls by the bar Science in the big top Mice appearing from top hats Flowered head garlands And silk head scarfs A face painted tiger in pink Called Jean With monster feet And fluffy luminous tail Poetry And pompom sheep Ageing cyber hippies Playing pre-punk goldies Drum circle pounding Of an ice-cream filled 6 […]
The smell of wood vanish and plimsol rubber in the slanted sunlight The school hall a glow Cross legged and ego we waited as an old old lady wrinkled and furry soft A grandmother like nanny and granny Weary flat stretched grey shoes and floral print dress Hair curled in a white candy floss suasauges […]
7 billion minds encoding the rhthym of life 7 billion awarenesses all wired roughly along the same lines 7 billion idea sharers, pattern seeking minds that search 7 billion lives beautifully unique 7 billion hearts to feel, love… hate 7 billion hungers – some needs, some wants 7 billion people 1 is me – another […]
The gentleman sits in the lovely lit corner of the too expensive cafe Older is he silver sleek with hand tailored suit sharp at the creases Reading the news paper exuding an old Englishness He raises his manicured nail and pushes it firmly up his nose Rooting around He extracts with surgical precision a crisp […]
Each story has been told So many times A thousand fold Some have twists Some go without Some have love The maid and lout The story arcs A pattern shown Over and over There’s only so many that is known And threads that stitch it altogether Words and stories For all tastes and weathers
When dreams fail The stars fall like crushed diamons Once they had spun as cogs Nestled together in intracate dance Now they lay as puddles of loathing And we consume their flesh Gorging on insignifigances Lapping up the pain Blinking at the luster light We grow sharp and hard Adimantian Kings Imperial and cold
Dark twisted loam Lay in ribbons Upon the landscape River clogging It choked the plane Drenched in the bones Of those who had made it Toxic leachate Spumes forth Nothing but their corroded skin Killing the life Already obliterated from within
The imprint of the pillow Ribbons pressed into skin Silken mind the smooth warmth of awareness A pressure calling you to the cold Gnawing grumble The hunger for the day
Mary a little girl who likes to be called The Berry Thinks she’s a canary and sings both night and day She churps to the sun and then to the moon Hoping the others will wake real soon She has a story she’d like to tell About adventures and magic spells Of the castle that […]