broken clarity

          Blue jeans gone pink
I didn't need a retell of some tram romance
  as usual you fail to recognise the face breathing
                        on yours

so close for kissing

A momentary flash
I could be a rockstar!!!









astrobarry flagged this momentary
                                                    flash of clarity

.....'cherish'

and I will....

2013 the year for learning the guitar
2013 the year for throwing myself forwards
2013 year for ruthless bruises
2013 the year for getting back on the bike

again
and again
and again
and again
and again
and again
and again
and again

and away...

or to read the words inked on a page

days gone by
        swallowed like dusted pills
licked from a morning palm
  tokens of life
taken
to stay
away-ke

when it is trend to nod, nod, nod

    sunlit eyelids
lift
         and gone

Tokyo

Tokyo
      sliced delight
adult candy
                      swallowed whole
without opening the mouth

the give a little bow

For Patti Smith

Patti,
          you had two raw steaks in your pocket
I
have a plastic card with a metal strip
and mounting anxiety

The bickering loved drunks behind me
know more about your days of trench coating
than I could fill these pages with.

all my clothes have holes
but that could be from the conditions of flying
     jumping from lily pad to lily pad
always
seeking
she's here
now gone

wanting you in my vein
if i could shoot up patti
I would easily become an addict

illegally downloading her entire repertoire
before hot-tailing it outta there once again

it's bout as close as we get

In times of

 

All good poets

We say goodbye to…

The bitter taste of wine mixed with bile

The sound of a kiss in the middle of a sleeping back

Dancing in the rain

‘Didn’t yooooouuuuuu??’

Everybody used to laugh so loud

In parks

On benches

Lying on the sidewalk

We traded our bank tobacco and chocolate papers in for

An understanding

That left us standing in a que

Too long for shoelaces

To trip

Us up from sacrifice

‘How does it feel?’

FB slap

It’s the clap of the 22^nd century

Shit in empty doorways

It’s the only way to get attention

and relief

it’s a farce

the song just smiled too long… J

The superstition of chickenpox

 

There’s a not a lot of difference between he and i

Tramp in the headlights

dancing for my benefit

But eyes are on the bottle

By my side

I laugh in camaraderie

‘fuck off’ I say

this ones mine

this day

seeped in grief

soaking from the outsides in

like a tannin brew

opened abscess

weeping for a hero lost

powers seeped in yellow pools

in a trail on a chaotic wooden floor

strewn with the debris of life

love

and childhood gone by

they spun in beautiful circles

the day I said goodbye

cruel sunlight

on summer school dresses

amongst golden curls and innocent laughs

I sat silenced as the cape fell through the cracks

Goodbye to a superhuman awareness of life

The colour went out.

In their gorgeous laughter

they drew sorrow in bright colours on the concrete

tears could not fall

For such a horrifying sight

It was the farewell of a love too precious to sell

The superstition of chickenpox

has a lot to answer for!