Time Out

Take a seat, you say to yourself
Take a seat by the fishpond
Explain, you say to yourself
Explain the purpose
Of the bright and shiny
Spinning disks, spinning
On each bank of the water
Listen, you say to yourself
Listen to the buzzing flies
The harmonious birdsong
And the sound of pigeons in flight
Look again, you say to yourself
Look again at the goldfish
Look again at the swarms of midges
No one knows you're here
You say to yourself
As you feel the sun on your shoulder

Woken By Broken

I am awake
I should be sleeping
I am sat here writing
I should be dreaming

I am alone here
It is in keeping
I have been working
But mostly daydreaming

There is a spider
There on the ceiling
It does no harm now
That is my feeling

It is after midnight
This April evening
All is in darkness
A time for thieving

Doors are bolted
Locked from levering
Who prowls out there
Is it the Badgers breathing

I Looked Behind Me

Tom Carney
Where did you go to

After that great big build up
After you said in the pub
Christopher, you should call that
'The perfect poem'
For it has all of the elements
Nostalgia, loss, lament, longing
(my words not yours)
For myself I was entranced
What with your well told stories
Your intention to write a famous novel
Your already begun work; to be a benefactor
For Ireland's impoverished returning community

So I wonder Tom Carney
Where did we go to

Centre Line

There is a wide path, with trees and sunlight, it goes direct in line, to the spire of the town hall

There is a breeze, that turns to a wind through the park, it goes direct in line, to the core of the average man

In the daydreams, and in the daytime, he heard the library calling, he reads the poems, of the master poets passed.

In the future, as in the past-times, he will observe his inner vibrations, he will bless his soul, for being so full-on alive

Stretch

The infinite is finite
So strip away the debris
Find the salient sentient self
Bathe in shallow waters
Float on settled seas
The finite is infinite
So strip away the debris

From the salient sentient self
Tear those last few leaves
Scatter to find a path
Shuffle to make a journey
The finite infinite
Is finite, so
Strip away the debris