I would travel
Half-way
Around the world
To then travel
That whole half-way
Back again
I would listen
To Peter Gabriel
Over
And over again
One day
I might find a rhythm
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
I would travel
Half-way
Around the world
To then travel
That whole half-way
Back again
I would listen
To Peter Gabriel
Over
And over again
One day
I might find a rhythm
Sunlight, and shadows
Interstellar overdrive
Method in the meadows
What turns life to live
Crystals in the windows
Stillness still to decide
Reflections over glass bowls
What turns past times to pride
Bright light over shoulder
Stain glass on the side
Awkward on the boulder
What sinks love on the slide
On the Sunday afternoon
With a wine gum
And the prospect
Of an evening at the pictures
On the Monday afternoon
With a bowl of cereal
And the prospect
Of shopping online
On the Saturday morning
With a hiatus
And the stubbornness
Of a dull mind
Sat, in the reclining chair
Listening to Dublin Blues
By Guy Clark, one heck
Of a neat singer-songwriter
“I loved you on the Spanish Steps
On the day you said goodbye”
Next up is Lyle Lovett singing
“Step up inside this house”
Which might also be related
To that fine teacher Guy Clark
“There couldn’t be more than ten
dollars worth to brighten up my day”
This is one good playlist
What with Clay Pigeon
And Ellis Unit One
By Blaze Foley and Steve Earle
With Berlin Blue ink
And flows ever so smoothly
The last fill
Managed a full book
Of Berlin Notebook paper
So the bar is set
As is often said
In our poetry review
I notice that the ink
Is actually called
No.1 Berlin Notebook Blue
It is by Victor Walter
Who I take to be an artist
From those parts