10 Dec 2013
A Fickle Mistress
it's never too late
said fate
but fate
she cannot tell the time
shows up late
and blames the wine
21 Nov 2013
Lost, Unfound
so they asked me
what I thought I was playing at?
pushing a piano
all the way
from Land’s end
and up
as far
as John O’Groats?
easy
i said
in my most minimal way
you see… .. ..
i search in the hedge rows
i search on the ground
for something they say
that can never be found
so all the way
up to John O’Groats
i’m on the trail
cross river
through dale
for Monsieur Eric Satie’s
missing notes!
17 Nov 2013
You Make The Clocks Stop
You Make The Clocks Stop
an untypical air
as you breeze down the street
as one by one
and tickety tock
all the birds whisper
and all the clocks stop
and the stars
they all
would bashful fall
awkward at your feet
and you’d have to mind
those pretty toes
from all that cosmic heat
an untypical air
as you breeze down the street
as one by one
and tickety tock
all the birds whisper
and all the clocks stop
and the stars
they all
would bashful fall
awkward at your feet
and you’d have to mind
those pretty toes
from all that cosmic heat
2 Nov 2013
All Washed Up
a twisted piece of driftwood
rolling back and forth upon the ebb and flow
of a lunar tide
so gently was i rocked to sleep……
and later….listless
under a vibrant moon
(she also took a shine to me)
and i wondered why?
and what she saw?
as she
gathered me up close
and clutched me to her youthful heart
yes
others had walked this way before
but quickly passed
along that shore…….
so you took me home
for a closer inspection
and i was surprised at
how soon and deftly
you went to work
sanding away at all my rough edges
and then came
the introductions……
to the movers and shakers
the midnight philosophers
and wannabe fakers
and the revelry went on
for many a fine moon
and still many moons more
until one day
the music stopped
a twisted piece of driftwood
rolling back and forth upon the ebb and flow
of a lunar tide
so gently was i rocked to sleep……
24 Oct 2013
Cloud Catching
i caught a cloud in a butterfly net
and took it home
for poking
i put in the garden shed
forgot to feed it
and now he’s dead
so now I’ve a dead cloud in my garden shed
and must be careful where i tread
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