Nadir

Killing time

Still they mill around

The blue bloods of injustice 

The faded grey line of injustice

Watch out for the signs

Walk in line

It’s the killing time of injustice

Killing time

Still they mill around

The blue bloods of injustice

Killing time

Still they mill around

The blue bloods of the justice 

The ministers crime begs out for justice

Watch out for the dimes

Step out; resign, resign, resign

It’s the killing time for the justice

Killing time

Still they mill around

The blue bloods of the justice

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

Nape

Lost and found
Gone to ground
Lost and found again

Lost and found
You're not around
You've gone to ground again

Lost and found
Gone to ground
You're not around again

Lost and  found
I pound to out of bounds
I'm lost and found again


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

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

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

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

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

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