Friday, 29 June 2012

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.

Wednesday, 27 June 2012


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.

Tuesday, 26 June 2012

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.

Sunday, 24 June 2012

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.