Smoke &

Some people sleep

Some people are alone

Some hold hands

& have their pictures taken 

By friends with mobile phones

These are not deep thoughts

For as he poked fun

Her smile at once turned to stone

These are slight reliefs, & as such

They carry my now familiar drone

This place, a fairly regular keep

The leap of faith peeps

From poetry to surrealist art

A neap tide to set aside 

All ideas of an infinite space

from the collection
The Curved Ball of an Artists Model
Love Encouraged By the Breakout
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Couplets

A cold breeze

Blows over my sweaty body

Is this the time

To write of philosophy

Should one always

Cling on to love

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

Over and Out

Pour in on oneself

Pour out of oneself

Good wine, fine music

Poetry of the instants

As if a sickness

A relief

Fed over the body

Fed through the mind

As one day I might say it

Say it with such ease

That neither I nor you

Would know it

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

Realism (Not Magic)

I sit on a curved bench

Look towards the turbine hall

Listen to the echoed screams

Of a solitary child, set free to roam

I will take this home

Insert quite a pause, just here

Afterwards, to reflect

Upon a passage of my life

Ever so definitely finally closed

At the dark end of the chamber

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

Infinitely Small Spaces

I queue for Kusama

Take time out

To be covered in spots

With the force of Tsunami

Tales of a bedroom

Without a door

A viral army of incidental notes

Lumps in the throat

Your love moved on

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