SLOUCHED & RIPPED AT THE KNEE SMELLS SWEET:

The word gets out fast,
Sunlit & frozen,
Naked as a bare branch,
Both knees exposed,
Rock hard,
Mentally fit,
Land acquired,
Hot to go,
Goodbye Mr President,
Tomorrow’s yesterday on sale today,
Reconciliation in the alley behind the garages.

(K)

THE MORE TIRED, THE MORE HYPER:

Smiles at the leaving,
Waking owls hoot,
One hour before the sun,

What’s that noise?
Where’s that man?
Who made the call in the middle of the night?
Number withheld,

(K)

SNAP:

I know what you want,
But you can’t have it,
I haven’t finished with it,
Yet.

(K)

NATIONAL TRUST:

Two crows in a tree,
A baby in a pram,
A smoking face,
A guilty glance.

(K)

THE LAST MAN WHO WALKED ON THE MOON:

Defender,
Bell ringer,
Hello,
And so much more,

It’s out of proportion,
A miracle,
Unthinkable,
It’s all about control of movement,

Yeah,
Just do it,
It’s hard work,
All this.

(K)

AT THE PICTURES:

Memories of older girlfriends
Whose dumping of younger boyfriends
Was fleetingly terminal

Who took younger boyfriends to see violent films
Memories of older girlfriends
Left scars for life

Images haunt the back of the eye
Randomly returning
Memories of older girlfriends

(K)

PARALLEL LINES:

Ice cracks,
The bubbles float,
Now I’m alone,
Not lonely,

I’m botanically brewed,
I’m mentally challenged,
I’m soup of the day,
Blown on a wind of fake lashes.

(K)

RADIO WAVING:

Wood
Ceramic
Metal
Plastic

Paper
Ink
Glass
Organic

Bubble wrap
Cloth
Cord
Milk
Oats
Honey

Aluminium
Chromium
Marble
Electricity

Listening to Laurence Crane & Asamisimasa – ‘The Sound of Horse‘

(K)

I’M DANCING!:

Yeah,
I got my spiritual mirror ball,
The morning spoon erect,
The head on straight,
Eyes front,

The wires twist,
Down from the ears,
The lips receive,
The words that tumble,
The love that transmits waves,

What’s the weather like where you are?,
A haunted thought,
A chill wind,
For,
The sunlight of the soul,

My synaptic friend,
We meet again,
Who’s hands upon the wheel,
Take me for a ride,
And we go dancing.

(K)

SHE’S ALRIGHT:

Who’s that knocking, bag full of harps?
Frustrated driver,
Walker,
Knuckles wrapped in a school tie,
Watching the woman with the 60’s hair,
Who’s watching the traffic with distant eyes,
Head in hands,
Thinks too hard,

Make something,
Make anything,
By the light of the last star the first star falls,
Look,
Here comes Venus!

(K)