Turner prize
A cold day in December
Actually a colder day than that
The fruit market
A cold day in December
Actually a warmer day than that
Robots, and waterfronts
A cold day in December
Actually at least as cold a day as that
Turquoise blue volunteers
Struggle with their posture
Awkward; with time, with purpose
Visitors, and well-wishers
And condescending temptresses
Who have seen me disappear
Seen me disappear
Into paintings and onto postage stamps
Seen me disappear
Into installations and video projections
Seen me disappear
Into a Saturday afternoon in December
Wednesday, 28 March 2018
Tuesday, 27 March 2018
Broken Open
I have been released
Many times before
Although this sure
Feels like the big one
For several days, and nights
I have felt, and seen, a light
It is a light which I now call
The clear light of freedom
I tell you this as I listen
To Brian Eno’s Discreet Music
While I soak
In my morning bath
While I ease my shoulder pain
With the warmer water
And, with discretion being
The better part of valour
I won’t tell you
Of all of the circumstances
Which have brought about
This wonderful transition
Except to say, for I feel
That I must say something
So I will tell you that at long last
There was a letter
Many times before
Although this sure
Feels like the big one
For several days, and nights
I have felt, and seen, a light
It is a light which I now call
The clear light of freedom
I tell you this as I listen
To Brian Eno’s Discreet Music
While I soak
In my morning bath
While I ease my shoulder pain
With the warmer water
And, with discretion being
The better part of valour
I won’t tell you
Of all of the circumstances
Which have brought about
This wonderful transition
Except to say, for I feel
That I must say something
So I will tell you that at long last
There was a letter
Monday, 26 March 2018
Coincidence
You sent me away
I went away
Either way
The way
Was inexcusable
I wanted to stay
Just a little bit longer
But I heard
Someone say
That is a Hollies song
I went away
Either way
The way
Was inexcusable
I wanted to stay
Just a little bit longer
But I heard
Someone say
That is a Hollies song
Sunday, 25 March 2018
Winter
After snow, sleet
After sleet, rain
After rain, sun
After sun, light
After light, life
Life, as in birds in flight
Life, as in birds on branches
Life, as in birds at play
Life, as in birds in the snow
After snow, stillness
After snow, shadows
After snow, leaves
After snow, grass
After snow, life
Life, as in rooftops
Life, as in fences
Life, as in summer houses
Life, as in places to stay
After sleet, rain
After rain, sun
After sun, light
After light, life
Life, as in birds in flight
Life, as in birds on branches
Life, as in birds at play
Life, as in birds in the snow
After snow, stillness
After snow, shadows
After snow, leaves
After snow, grass
After snow, life
Life, as in rooftops
Life, as in fences
Life, as in summer houses
Life, as in places to stay
Saturday, 24 March 2018
Continuum
All of our summers are long ago
All of the photographs
Serve as mere guides to nostalgia
The pristine, bright red, sun umbrella
Set against the vibrant blue sky
It is a memory, but only for you
The words say something
Which only words may say
All else being lost, scattered
The four winds
They have risen, they have fallen
Their breath is now of new life
All of our summers are ahead of us
All of the photographs
Have yet to be composed
All of the photographs
Serve as mere guides to nostalgia
The pristine, bright red, sun umbrella
Set against the vibrant blue sky
It is a memory, but only for you
The words say something
Which only words may say
All else being lost, scattered
The four winds
They have risen, they have fallen
Their breath is now of new life
All of our summers are ahead of us
All of the photographs
Have yet to be composed
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