Assorted clouds.

Meanwhile.

State of flux, enthropy,
dreaming the cup
to reverse its journey to the floor
and be whole again.

I dream awake, longing;
I sleep, dreamless;
I wake, worried.

And the morning light
wipes the slate clean.

19/05/2013


Mirror, mirror on the wall.

Inflexible judge of character, unbending.
Scars from battles of yore, won or lost,
finally, overcome by courage.

Ravaged by time, my father's countenance stares at me.
I stare back, safe in my knowledge.

18/05/2013


Mirror, encore.

I just met myself,
asking a cigarette
from me.

21/05/2013


Balancing act.

Days of decisions,
life-changing or inane.

Days of actions,
and omissions.

In the end,
just days.

20/05/2013


Freedom.

To do all you like,
to eat when you're thirsty,
and drink when you're hungry,
to scream your mind out...
Until the axe falls.

20/05/2013


Wakey wakey.

Whodunnit? Wha?
Whe? Hooow?

(Pint of coffee)

Frigid and unfriendly,
the kitchen tiles usher us
to another morning of chaos,
strife, toil and opportunity.

16/05/2013


Nocturnal.

Not for me the iambic, measures, rhymes.
I got a guitar (and a bass) for that, thanks.

The blues come, unbidden,
just as any other thing.
It's about looking with your fingertips
in a dark room, for that person who waits,
or not.
Or maybe.

16/05/2013



The impostor.

I fancied myself a warrior poet
fighting my grandfather,
the war criminal.

I do long for that time
when hope bore arms,
long before
the Kalashnikov got replaced by the guitar.

Today, I'm only a pathetic shadow
of those brave
sisters and brothers,
long gone.

16/05/2013