Saturday, December 22, 2007

Seasonal Homecoming

Drifting down
Down and down
And down
What hope
Do I have?

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Te Po

Hand reaching out
Turns page
Reveals bare side
Hand withdraws
Resting for a minute
On thigh
Mirror of other hand
On thigh

Hand reaching out
Grasps pen
Holds pen
Feels pen
Its weight
Its place

Hand becomes pen
Becomes one with ink within
Mind and ink flowing through hand
Mind hand pen ink

Mind moves to paper
Melds concepts of texture
Its place

Mind and paper merge
Become one
Mind hand
Paper ink
Pen mind
All one
They become the Moment

Or they would
If I had any idea
Of what to write…

Monday, December 17, 2007

Down ...

By the river
Otters gambol gaily at play
While that king of fishers
Stalks his prey…

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Not quite finished...

Prisoner of these four walls
They will never go back home
Friends and family long departed
No goodbyes from those they’ve known

Peering at a waning past
No one cares to share
Pages fading in morning sun
As they doze in old armchair

Seeing faces they once danced with
In places now renamed
Smiling faces with waiting lips
Those kisses now unclaimed

Saturday, December 15, 2007


Sleep surfer
Carving that next wave
Into a barrel of exhaustion
Hitting that impact zone
Locked in
Sinking through white foam
To oblivious wipe-out

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

One Morn

She sees a duvet cloud
With pillow drifting near
The other saw a whirlwind
- A clown
- A fish
- A tadpole
As they bounce those shapes around that sky
Conjuring and creating
Warm words and tender choices
Moments of life
Memories for future times.
All I saw were grey skies.

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

I - Coward

This weakness
Weak of will
Of mind
Elegiac thoughts
So bleak
Pointless -
To reach joy
To bring happiness
Not man enough
To face a future -
No strength
Of mind
Of will
Of arms
To weak
To cowardly
To end it all

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

And Rising

Up to my ankles
Corpses line the streets
Hacked and slashed
As shin deep I wade
In blood
Tools – drip drip dripping
Corpses slashed and sliced
Streets of blood
Up to my knees
And still I work my will
Rooting out
Cutting down
Every house visited
In this banal town
Waist high and rising

There’d be blood
If only I could…

Monday, December 03, 2007

Watch Them

Sag and droop
As life seeps out
Dull and fade
As essence escapes
From fresh and sweet
To stale and putrid
While slowly turning
That water brown

Sunday, December 02, 2007

Another Nothing

So I sit here and write
Words for now do I fight
Mind near blank – phrases in flight
Pen poised – hovering - my plight
Knowing it’ll just be more trite
Hoping this will end alright…

Saturday, December 01, 2007


Tick-tick ticking
Clock in my head
Tick-tick twitch
My stuttering eye
Tick-tick pulse
Vein at my temple
Tick-tick ticking
Clock in my head
Tick-tick tick