ZIG-ZAG FOR THE SKY:

The same man sees everything,
Lights a cigarette,
Looks down the road,
Suddenly waving,
Then,
Lowering his head,
Returns to his observations,
Solitary,
Hair in a quiff,
1950’s,
Documents nothing,
Commits it all to memory,
The tables are sticky,
But he’s got the right trainers

(K)

AT THE SIDE OF THE ROAD:

The same man sits at a table by the road every morning,
Him & me are the only ones who come here every day,
We never speak to one another,
Nor even nodded,
It’s our thing,
Comforting

(K)

AND SOME FELL ON STONEY GROUND:

The angry woman keeps ranting,
I’m soaking up her anger,
Starting to shake,
She complains about everything,
She’s lost it,
She knows the reason behind everything,
She’s got the fix,
She doesn’t hear the music,

Everyone she meets talks fast,
Like it’s the end of the world,
Maybe it is,
What’s the time?

(K)

SNAKE:

Fast talking,
Angry mouths,
Talk behind me,
Without drawing breath,
Pure vitriol,
Numb on speed,
And sour adrenaline,

“You can’t buy anything with merits,
Even if you win a trophy you can’t buy anything with that!”

“Mommy’s going to give you money,
Every time you get merits,
More merits means more money,
But if you’re naughty,
Mommy will take money off you,
You’re not a baby now,
Stop crying!”

Betting shops,
Greengrocers,
Where do they get it from?
Family

(K)

TWO QUID OF BIG:

Espresso is the strong one John,
It does it for me,
It’s the taste,
I need something to wake me up John,
And it’s the taste,
It’s espresso,
I don’t care John,
It does it for me

(K)

NIGHT SCULPTURE:

As I watched the bubbles rise between her fingers,
I felt a reconnection with that dark & fabulous landscape,
Back on the freeway from LA to San Diego,
Surfing for a country station,
Take me back to the dust,
The vinyl scratch,
Before the itch that got me,
The stetson,
And embroidered cotton,
A pay packet,
And simplicity,
Honest dirt under the fingernails,
Can you see me?
It never happened,
But a Boy can dream,
Click,

When I looked again,
The dangerous woman had transformed herself,
Into a cloud of smoke

(K)

A BED FOR THE NIGHT:

She kept pushing it,
“Don’t you think?”
Don’t you think?”
I said,
“It’s great,
but have you seen my island?”
She paused,
Cut me a withering look,
“I love the sun”,
“I love the rain”,
I snapped,
Conscious of the Black hole she was digging for me,
Screwing her face up,
And as it crumpling it grew bigger,
Impossible,
But there it was,
The dangerous woman rocked,
The weight of her head taking her by surprise,
As her friend,
Lost in ecstasy,
Reviewed her photographs,
“Well, I need a cigarette!”
She mumbled,
Stumbling out the door,
Clutching the bubbles of her precious alcohol

(K)