SOMEDAY SMOOTHIE:

Since she found God she never looked back, savouring the moment.
Too busy to talk, too fast to stop.

(K)

FAMILY FAVOURITES:

You go ’round in your little world & it don’t work. Communications
make the world change.

Walks in dressed in flowers from the rain, Oh my God!

A voice, a finger points. A thumb in the bowl of the spoon before
I get a chance to wipe it, he sticks it in me porridge & stirs!

A message concealed on the underside of the lid of a screw-top jar,
‘Life is sweet’. I deduce it’s not meant for me.

Heavy tan, shaking hands, sits down, speaks across the quivering
surface of my tea.

(K)

TALKING BOOK IN A LONDON ALLEY:

Brush sweeps the sky, the opening line nails it.
Wearing black ahead of time, £4.50.
Tearing up, breaking, silent, unseen – Cheddar cheese.

(K)

SAW THE FANTASTIC:

NERVOUS CONDITIONS at Urban Bar in East London, Saturday night.
Seen them every show bar one, never let down, always surprised,
delighted, lifted, transported beyond. Exactly the way I like
my music – Live & Alive, evolving.

(K)

SECRET WRAPPED IN PAPER:

Hit by a wave I’m discovered hiding in a box. Life is a store room,
no windows, a van riding the curb, acing it.

(K)

I LIKE IT HERE, IT’S TOO DARK BACK THERE:

Bad dreams beneath the bells. Future premonitions, dangling mirrors.

Stick walking glances. Companion stranger. Spider hand hold me.

Justice waits in doorways. Shadows cross upstairs windows.

(K)

MOBILE HOME:

Woke up with The Fears uninvited, wasp flying round the bedroom.
I thought, like, ‘It’s gonna be great!’, humming along with a tune
in the background, unconscious.

The moral of the story is the cruelty of time. Ideas of doing
something huge ripped up, scattered, found.

(K)

THERE IS NO SAFE PLACE SO WE MIGHT AS WELL CONTINUE:

Who’s that, fast feet, keeps moving, never touching the sides?
Crazy-head, what you did last night was…total bag!

Gentle gossamer, whiter that white. Deliberate, never eye-to-eye.

Too tired for conversation, leaves early, gets home late, crashes,
distant, growls.

Lovers, incoming messages, chocolate alternatives.
Wrists ringed in silver.

I’m hot,
I’m fine,
I’m ready to join the world.

(K)

WHO’S THAT JUST WALKED IN?:

Dressed in Black, exposed, looks around.
Look away, gone.

Up in the air, anything good on the radar?
Medium White, sharp curves, a second glance.

A book recommended by an electric friend.
A good day, emotional.

Every ending is a new beginning, here comes a crazy one!
Focus, keep it in the day, one stepping.

(K)

NO SIGNAL:

Leaning stick stands around waiting, reading the morning paper,
bad posture.

Hat on backwards, forwards, showing a bit of leg at your age.
Facing East, West, bookends.

Swagger life, co-ordinated colours.
Knuckles, certified sweeteners.
Lovers rattling, steaming, struggling.

I’d call ya, but the phone’s in the van.

(K)