NINETEEN SIXTY NINE:
She qualified in Law,
Couldn’t find a job,
Waits tables in Summer,
Fourteen hour shifts,
The customers love her,
Laughter,
Walks like a weight lifter,
Backs of her hands facing forward,
Knuckles down,
Crafty drags between orders,
A long way from home
(K)
LEAVING PARADISE FOR THE CENTRE OF THE UNIVERSE:
Princess sunblock,
Obscurity obsession,
All the motorcycles are Black,
Three are Silver,
Gorged on Summer,
Turn around when you reach the ocean,
All the parking places are taken
(K)
RETURN TO ME WITH SWEET THINGS:
Slam, Slam,
Eagle arm,
Sharp hair & shades,
Moisturised since the age of 23,
Looks good for his age,
Lay a-top a wall,
Hands across his chest,
Letting it all slip away,
Don’t cry,
The winds of change are coming,
Lying on their bellies,
Tanning their backs on brightly coloured towels,
Today I met a stick,
Stuck into the sand,
Waiting to become a tree,
A big one
(K)
YARD – 1961:
Because I have many things in my mind,
If you don’t find me please call again
(K)
TELEPATHY:
Apollo,
Your gates are dirty,
All your kittens wait hopefully,
Outside the kitchen door
(K)
CONVERSATIONS BETWEEN DISCARDED OBJECTS:
I’m sat on a wall,
In the shade,
Where no one can see me,
Between two parked cars,
People take their tops off,
Lie back,
Soak up the rays of the sun,
In a place where they think they can’t be seen,
They don’t interest me,
I look away,
Transfixed by a piece of Red & White tape,
Dancing in the wind,
It makes me happy to watch it dance,
Flashing,
Dynamic,
Deliberate,
Twister,
It talks to me as it jumps around,
Says,
“Hello Karl. How you doing?”
“You look like you need cheering up,
So, here I am”
It whispers,
As it flutters,
Where motorcycles gather,
In silent conversation,
To cook their chrome in the sun
(K)
EDITION OF ONE:
You talk too much,
Too fast,
Too early,
Too much information,
Not enough silence,
Do you know me?
Do you know I’m here?
A single bird,
Gliding,
A cool breeze,
A pine cone,
Hanging like a bell,
A tree in the sun,
When do the cleaners come,
Make everything simple?
(K)
