Sunday 19th September

DIRTY WEEKEND:

There’s a laughing mouth,
There’s an expectant look in the eye,
There’s a peace sign that doesn’t mean anything,
There’s a tiny pony on the back of your head,
There’s the sun coming up at last,
There’s a river like a snake,
There’s water where there used to be land,
There’s terracotta roofs,
There’s drowning fields,
There’s parallel lines in the earth,
There’s a day beginning,
And another ending,
There’s a tone of words when one would work

(K)

Saturday 18th September

THERE’S A BIG UNSHAVEN FACE IN THE MIRROR:

There’s a circle through an ear,
There’s a last thing you cherished,
There’s a shoreline beneath us,
There’s a sleeping town,
There’s waves crashed on an empty beach,
There’s no cars,
There’s empty streets,

(K)

Friday 17th September

WRITING WITH THE WRONG HAND:

The wrong marks,
On the wrong day,
At the the wrong time,
In the wrong place,
The wrong thoughts,
In the wrong head,
About the wrong world,
Through the wrong eyes,
Wishing I could say wrong words,
With a wrong mouth,
Without being wrong again,
It’s been a long time since I felt like this,
Like loosing it,
To see what happens next,
A kiss from the wrong lips

(K)

Sunday 12th September

ALMOST ERASED BUT NOT:

The world is Black and curved,
Doing dances in the air,
Whisper when you’re close to it,
Or Laugh like you don’t notice it,
The world is glass and full of spice,
A stainless steel cylinder stacked with sugar sticks,
The world is clammy to the touch,
Steam rising off it’s skin

(K)