Facing the Void

When he smelt the fresher sweat,

tasted little tangs of ‘fear’,

saw the faces turn towards

ancient feel of cap-on-head

that’s when he heard the challenge come!

When he faced the faceless drop,

smelt the bitter coffee top,

heard the cuckoo new in Spring,

saw a billboard’s naked charm

fully, this time, empty now:

dilating lungs and lugholes, eyes;

he named a deeper prayer inside (not history);

his mystery.

Fate

I reckon getting hammered is the right

idea for every other Friday night.

Now I’m pissed and sitting in the rain,

longing for an orange sun again.

And, look, I see a pattern in the stars,

turning and spinning on some axis there.

Ar-ar-ar-ar-ar-ar-ar-ar -- Aaaarrrgggggggghhhvv!

Better! There we are, a truth, my love.

Bill's Gate

It would be great to own a field,

not sell it for the dosh:

with a splashy, babbling stream,

a hawthorn bush,

a 5-bar gate

to navigate;

lie down til late,

reflect on fate;

which does explain

why a windows laptop

lights a field inside

its tiny oblong frame

and plays a song – 

da da dar dar dum – worldwide.

Life Time

 ‘Far away’ is where I go

in my furthest dream

and ‘far away’ is where I’ve been

- further than I’ll know.