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Saturday, 22 December 2012

Neap

I was all for looking neat
The painter at your feet
A weekends lost receipt
I put myself to sleep

You were all for being deep
Conscience that you keep
For all their failed deceit
I put myself to sleep

Friday, 21 December 2012

Basis

Scent
The one last probable great imponderability
That calls you back into my life

Scent
That I can pick off the pages, or dissolve 
From another young woman’s photograph

Years have passed
Way beyond absolution
Arches of roses collapsed
Bicycle of joys trundled

Certain as the stones
Laid out before
We, as all others
Caught by institution

Scent
Homogeneous in a few lines of text
That neither you nor I wrote

Scent
Worthy of being named the great imponderable 
That rolls you back into my life


Thursday, 20 December 2012

Listen & Observe (Spring)

A creaking door opens
Birds chirp
A solitary eastern cabin
Placed on an island platform
In the middle of a lake

Strings of bells chime quietly
The teacher yells at the young boy
It is time to get up
To sweep clean the boardwalk
Before we jump into the rowing boat

from the collection

The Curved Ball of an Artists Model
Love Encouraged By the Breakout
Available from itunes by clicking here

Wednesday, 19 December 2012

Listen & Observe (Into Great Silence)

From the mist to the prayer
Rising and falling
Knock on wood
Patience comes calling

Quiet, stillness; silence jinxed
An identity parade
A single eye winks
I am seduced


from the collection

The Curved Ball of an Artists Model
Love Encouraged By the Breakout
Available from itunes by clicking here

Tuesday, 18 December 2012

Row

Lavender fields steal away my resentment
Instead to reel off the whiled away hours
Wander among the rows of fragrant flowers
Shower the love; as once upon the coastal towers
Powered another kind of war

Loss of love, touched along the shoreline 
Unable to handle that which turns sour
The smitten intellect weaves away with power
Seeds planted in rough ground; scoured
Redefined in a clumsy kind of score