A LIGHT YEAR:
This happy state of mind is a lghtyear away.
Snakes under the house, coffee in the pot, footsteps in the sand
under the hill.
(K)
Sunday 26th January
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Saturday 25th January
THE COLOUR OF STONE:
Crows calling to the Red Earth below. Finger paintings living
slow time on the rocks under an infinite blue sky.The herd sleeps
in the comfort of shade, the city and all it’s up-dates are a
million miles from here.
(K)
Friday 24th January
TO SOLITUDE:
Walking along a dirt road with a stick in the sun.
Wires in the trees harmonising with the birds.
Searching for a sound, grass dancing rhythms in the wind.
(K)
Thursday 23rd January
MAN FLOAT UP STREAM:
Three ragged flags on sticks in holes flutter in a gentle breeze.
Two pink, one blue, sunbleached. Start your engine, sing your song,
cicada rhythms in the trees. Everything in motion, everything hot.
Nothing is moving you don’t want.
(K)
Wednesday 22nd January
CRAZY SNAPPER:
Everyone’s taking pictures, but nobody’s looking.
There’s a box for the Ashes, ‘Mojo’ in grey.
Strawberry bubble-box in the shade.
(K)
Tuesday 21st January
ON CHOCOLATE:
I’m buzzing on chocolate and hundreds of miles of flat land.
Eucalyptus dancing at one hundred and ten. I spoke your name
at the cross roads of a town I’ll never visit again. You
weren’t there to hear it but I said it and laughed,
you would’ve liked the way people turned their heads.
(K)
Monday 20th January
DRIVING THE 300:
I’ve been spiked and I feel numb, driving the 300 up into
the country where they let you go fast. Listening to music
I never heard, vanilla coke behind the wheel.
(K)
Sunday 19th January
FLOATING:
I’m floating above the ground in the flickering light
of a men’s room, having a rave reaction to broken illuminations.
Service station woman, everything’s on offer, it’s your lucky day!
(K)
Saturday 20th January
HEAL YOUR WOUNDS:
Flashing photographing as cicadas sing to heal your wounds.
Hiding in the trees where the sky turns dark blue and dies
for the moon.
(K)
Friday 17th January
CRAZY BIRDS:
Crazy birds, fighting in the dirt outside your window.
You walk into glass, cut yourself and laugh under an
electric sky – pink and opalescent clouds move fast
above the roofs of waking houses.
(K)
Karl Hyde 