Friday, 14 December 2018

If you can see left and right,
up and down,
into the heart of the tree
and the drumming of the night,
then you can see my head
and understand
that I
don't think linear
no neat lines for me,
except the scattered pieces of
an exploding star
floating to no-where

Wednesday, 12 December 2018

Stray bullet,
find a path to me.
I am struggling
through the mud
of failure,
everyone else is running up the race
I never got started.
I can't see a hand to hold
only the dark

Sunday, 2 December 2018

Let's explode the silver
and dance on the heart of time,
nothing else
to match
falling in love

Saturday, 1 December 2018

If you could taste the sun,
and smell my rain,
smell each drop
and every puddle,
smell it all in one go,
like a sea,
Would you
still want to kiss me?
If you could look inside my head,
and know of the chaos
and the beauty,
would you understand,
enough
to hold my hand
under the street lamp
and we can be
kings.

Thursday, 29 November 2018

There is a guy shouting on the tram today,
incoherent and smelly.
All the people move away and mutter
about being disturbed
about his dirty coat
so different from their work suits.
They stand apart
and leave him
with wild eyes
and sadness.
I know him.
It's Jim.
I want to explain,
he isn't angry with you
he was abandoned long ago,
born with different wiring
and every time you move away
he dies a little more.

Tuesday, 27 November 2018

Imagine 
if we replaced
the word
targets
with
something sensible
and less
deadly,
like smile quota
or
acts of kindness.
Imagine,
All the relief
pouring out
into a tidal wave,
drowning
the bullshit
with a
smile