Exuberance

Mostly condemned
to hide behind masks,
brainbox’s webs,
inside the cupboard,
under the bed:

forgotten language
hermetically sealed
in green plastic bottles,
unfizzing and screwed,
too knackered for battle.

Long gone, the power
of fireworks and passion,
long out of fashion,
old ways of working
cry ‘Come on then, crack on!’

but when we explode
with a roar to the eyeball;
no longer a freakshow
of anger, or fearful,
but joyful, sweet, whole.

Morning

Impossible it is to describe
the morning waking of a Down’s boy
who waves an open palm
one centimeter from my nose,
smiles the best of the sun
and, with voice like honey, whispers
‘Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!’

Love, it could be, yes
as If I know that word
as thing or feeling. No,
he voices out a tone
more from glory of this world:
another day of loving.
Yes.

Cashflow cafe

Slot machine flashing its lightbulbs,
beckoning come out and play,
feed me your money, I’m hungry,
give me your eyeballs today.

Suited, a man on a mobile
shouts, looking out into space,
‘cannot go on, time is money,
contracts are sliding away.’

Both, in a fluttering perception,
grab my attention – it’s free
and focus on money, a gamble,
look at me, listen to me.

Sole

Excited by your new
blue shoes, play as long
with them as you can;
sing to them,
leave no note
held inside unsung.

Let your blue shoe-song bubble
out of nothingness divine
in humility, each shoe
will make
something out of
nothing with an energy sublime.

Coldth

At the seaside
your son does bad
things one day
-like- hurting someone
a little violently
so you take a away
symbols of love
-like- eye contact,
touch,
smiles, talking
and he begins to sob
like a child
because he is a child
‘I’m scared’ he says
‘a little bit scared’
and then, only then,
do you begin
to sob with him
from a hurt inside
as deep as the sea
do you begin to know
what love may become
and what love is.

Physics

I must admit
rain is tickling
our little tent
sounding like
a gigantic rain stick
(a thing man makes
to try to mimic
ancient sound)

somewhat like
the madness of
countless particles
clattering
my retina
to co-create
a clatter of
what I must admit.

Sole

Feet, how come
you handle all my
verticality
and prop me up?

Chaps, how about sponsoring
a little controlled experiment
to push the boundaries of thinking
on current biological knowledge?

Does anyone have a network
with a little spare cash, like, to grab
a few grand for Important Research.
Look there’s 10 of you for sponsorship.

Let’s get a publicity effort together,
Big lad at the end, off you go to market
and the rest of us can have a nice dinner
at home, roast beef, wee-wee, piggies,

then gladrags on - for the standing ovation.