BOUNCE, TURN AROUND, LOOK BACK, WHAT’S THAT SOUND?:
Blue & Black & swinging, dressed in Pink. Walks up the street,
head bowed, hands clasped in prayer. An Orange surprise blown in the
wind. Fins & wires stride on giant legs, face like a weather vane,
watches reflections, passing shop windows. The day laid ready for
business waits alone at a table, watching, unaware it’s being watched.
Pat Thomas – ‘Coming Home’
EVERY BETTER THAN:
Slow light shuffles into town at the end of Summer, dressed in red,
runs around, silent faces. Stares out windows, empty streets,
certified legend. A fish, an illusion revealed, a fast pause,
a late bloom, a beautiful hook. What could go wrong?
LAUGH, IT’S THAT SONG AGAIN:
Where’s the honey?
Where’s the meeting?
Where’s the time gone?
On the beach,
On the rails,
On the road,
On the couch,
On the page,
On the stairs,
Hearts & Stars cascade from a leopard skin sky.
The tribe of inner peace fakes nothing.
Down at the chicken wire, stud through the nose, tongue hanging out.
In a tinfoil world the horoscope strider walks on water with a smokey
eye. Life change is back on the menu, dipped in chocolate with a
smile. A pin-up, dressed in white, feels no pain, candy-floss beneath
the surface detail. An Icon with a twist in silver nails & harlequin
heels rides a night bus sneaking through the city.
IN THIS SPARSE ACCUSATION:
You’ll laugh when you look back with too much time to think,
scratching the back of your head, looking dazed in a wobbly face,
red lips & politics. You are on my list handsome wanderer, standing
stealth in black against the clouds. A tree, a figure sheltering
under branches thick with leaves. We shall not be moved, prowling
in the wind, blowing a wild horn – Pump it up!
Listening to: OY – ‘Space Diaspora‘
WALKS WITH ANGELS:
I will call you, will you answer? I will answer all your questions,
even the annoying ones, ill-timed perhaps. Is it you or is it me,
or circumstance? I will remember I’m not perfect, then forget.