contemplating
Sat ur day
Lettuce brain
Nobody likes the
unshaved
cleansing hardly
makes a dent
the brain wave
stands alone
contemplating all
Another Day in the Life of…
A subtle vibration
Birds chirping
The dawn greeting
is silent but
welcoming
The shower hot
Full breakfast with beans
on the side
The drive effortless
The Green Wave
across the city
A smiling face in
reception, the first cup
a delight
Typing away vigoursly
Lunch at the food park
Typing typing typing
Cleaner’s arriving
Leaving as midnight
approaches
Driving,
the roads are empty
my head’s the same
Parking up in darkness
Silence greeting the
bottle unveiling
a cork undone
The haze increasing
gradually as the
another chapter of
The Satanic Verses are
added…
silence this night
As the sun sets in the East
I reach out
touch your hand
a gentle squeeze
I lift the glass to health
silence.
silence..
silence…
drinks alone
this night
Ad Infinitum
The knife lacks a
sharp edge
scratches is all I manage
Cutting deep the
ultimate dream
The flood of blood
Ad Infinitum
I hope
With age comes loss
I don’t remember when
I stopped growing
stopped changing
Seeing children growing up
Taller and fatter as
the years piles on
I remain twenty-five and
a summer short
of finding love
I hope
The Yays – The Nays
Sinking
Slower
Silence surrounds me
Screaming echoes bouncing through
My head
The Yays
The Nays
Pressure agrowing
Ageless doubts
Awoken
Some thing in the spacing
I pee a dress
Hi ding be hind
A no nymity
Name less
No table
Pun ish ment
A miss
The List
The list of not so clever things
some said while
others done
hiding deep inside
of me
the carpet covers
cardinal sins
dark deeds
done without
poison done
within
The list of not so clever things
is mine, and mine
alone
the burning bush
I promise you only one thing
promises are for
losers of faith
let the swing take you
over the edge
to oblivion and
beyond
close your eyes and let
faith receive you on
the other side
I will be there waiting
the burning bush
am I
Icing on the cake
Behold the icing on the cake
GO white stuff !
drum
the Drum
never ending DRUMS
beating down my
skin
on your
skin
the sun RISING over
slight nipples
I stand
no more
no less
not sure
or…