MY FRIENDS THE FOODS:

The carnations are on the table with the bananas,
The nectarines are canoodling with the chocolate,
The Tropical Mix remains aloof in it’s sealed plastic world,
The chess nuts are hard as bullets,
The cheese footballs are threatened with extinction,
The uneaten cakes await their fate beneath a clear glass sky,
The Italian biscuits have joined them,
The Amaretti are hiding in a gaily coloured tin,
The bread is cuddling the bagels in the bread bin.

(K)

CALIFORNIA DREAMING SHED:

The only way,
To get away,
From who you are,

Passing through an undiscovered country,
Found,
Forgotten,
In a hotel room,
Hollywood,
Reached out,
But you were gone,
No everybody misses you,
Play that song on the radio,

Who would have thought,
A star as bright as you,
Would slip away?

The Black hole,
In a world of Love,
So young,
So long gone,

Everybody’s flown,
Notorious,
Only waitresses
Understand me,

If I’d have known,
You were on your own,
I would’ve caught a train,
To see the world,
Through your eyes,
But,
As it is,
I’m here,
Exactly where I’m meant to be it seems.

(K)

MY WILLING ACCOMPLICE:

Tip you over the edge,
One flight,
One shot,
Too hot,
Goes nuts,
That’s rich,
(If Only),

Cornered with a double cup,
Unwrapped,
Unzipped,
Sweet-stuff,
Cute,
No fool,
Standing on a bridge of light.

(K)

MANLY:

I walk into the living room to find two muscular men in Black
singlets fighting each other with crowbars, grunting loud &
sweating. A cat asleep on a chair in the corner of the room,
passionately unimpressed.

(K)

TAKES US TO THE CITY OF ANGELS:

Morning,
Did you hear the news?
Searching for a signal,

Gone,
Protected from the drama,
Breaking the law,

Dream,
Walking the wing,
Panoramic Glass facades,

Dust,
Swagger,
A gap to let the air in,

Love,
Not sweet,
Not bitter,

A massage,

(K)

AS I WALKED OUT ONE MORNING:

The Barber stands alone with a cigarette & coffee,
The Window Cleaner scrapes the glass with frozen fingers,
The Builder stands in the middle of the road rubbing his knuckles,
Waiting for something to arrive,
Pointing to the sky,

It’s getting dark before it’s time.

A Blue bag swings from the knuckles of a small man,
Walking like a bird in the road,
A Girl with Charcoal eyes stands close to me,
Entranced,
Hot fingers
Dancing,
A Lost Man walks unsteady up the middle of the road,
Bobbling like a dashboard ornament,
His head in a hat called ‘Face’,

It’s getting dark before it’s time.

I’m recognised by the Girl with the Charcoal eyes,
As the sun hit’s the spires of churches,
Time,
In rings of Black & Gold,
Tells me Nine Thirty-Eight,
Laughing,

An Architect tells stories to an infamous drunk,
A Women in a wheelchair tries to pick them both up,
The Bells of Time ring quarters,
Silhouettes of towers through slatted blinds,

And It’s getting darker before it’s time.

(K)

BROKEN FOR A PERFECT WORLD:

Lead me to Paradise
In all its trashy glory
Ripped
Consequences
Dancing in the surf
Walk
Don’t Walk
Bird

The dirty toil
The rolling
Easy
Adoration
Combination
Pretty
Silly
My willing accomplice
Growing up fast

One way
All the way
Pave the way
Any way
Street Junk
Raw & free
Heavy
On Joker’s wings

If these walls could talk
A conversation
Craving
Seeing
Feeling
Thinking
Dogs & whimpers
The sun & the water
Lifesaver
This is the place

(K)

IS IT GOOD TO BE BACK?:

Barista girl beams a smile,
Says,
“Haven’t seen you in ages”
Wants to be a detective,
Wearing a surfer-girl necklace,
Face like a full-moon,
Iridescent,
Thank you,
That’s OK,
You’re welcome

(K)

COME FLY WITH ME:

The world is open for business too soon. Too many messages
waiting for responses.

(K)

A TAXI DRIVER:

A taxi driver on foot in sunlit frost talks about Spain
& time-share. He’d go there if he had the money, one day.
He runs friends from the sun to-&-from airports, passing
through, arriving, always leaving. Dressed in Black he
calls my name, shakes my hand, smiles & leaves.

(K)