Activity

I lie here sleeping

This is the saddest moment of my life

This poem is the barrier

There is nobody else

There is nothing

I cannot want

I cannot see

This is blind

This is senseless

Nothing forces me to write this

Nobody watches over me

Nothing is disturbed

Violation of the sanctity of eternal activity

Activity has gone

Life has gone

God switched out the lights

June 1995

This Is For Your Own Safety

When I look straight ahead

I realise I’m not dead

When I held others hands

I made other plans

There’s a line of sight in a small boat

Occasionally you can see

Between the towering waves

Maybe

Fasten your seat belts

In our funny little land

It’s getting kind of bland

Riding a distant wave

Rolling higher and higher

For you and for me

It’s getting harder to see

I sucked up the past

But that never lasts

Please disable electronic devices

We’ve only got a slice of now

But then there’s nowhere we’ve been

And there’s nothing to show

That is for you and for me

A help, a comfort, a plan, or a blanket

A good storm might help

By clearing the air

Please refrain from smoking

At least those waves would crash

And we would be swimming against something

Something we know

We wish you a safe flight


February 2010

Kicking Spiders

Sloughing from furrows of brows

Words stated in clear air

Ears of stone and water drifted by

Grabbing words from near and far

Mashed to a sense and breathed out again

Kicking spiders with their own poison

Out talking the radio up and down its dial

For now we are were finding that single thing

As a relic

But first

There is the drift

And response

Counterclaims and counting down

To nothing of value

I counter valued that claimant

With a sly move of my own

Whatever that something may be

There is a difference you know

Only you don’t know it yet

Or do you?

May 2009

Relativity

Like a scrum of dismal weekends

Coincidental DNA trudges up the drive

To dogs barking in the wind

Puzzled faces appear

Mortar exchanges of hellos

Taken like sandpaper on skin

Here is the frenzied stillness

That found no kindness

In the trail of biscuit crumbs

Silence hung between noses

Then jawboned into ennui

Hands withheld quietly in laps

Distressing at the seams

Then selves divide

Like promises broken

Of phone calls

To numbers forgotten

Time extricated

From endless moments

That drove to

An inward slum of fiction

November 2007

Cruel

Tea strained through words

Drops distant half drunk

Cold touches swirled like leaves

Away into forgotten piles

In the spiders mind

The web grew

Reaching to all points

If the world would be so cruel

To the point was marked

On a beach

A rotting carcass lay

Dead of this world

As memories decayed

Of promises of dreams

Now maggot infested scum

A bitter crop of weeds

Blighted by a light

Too weak of life

If dogs would have their day

In this senseless land

And if I didn’t know you

And these hands were empty

As they are now

How could I have

Now

October 2007

Collapse

Bricklike phrases of faltering grace

Raced into the space between lips

Wide eyes of oceans distance

Broken records clickety-clicked in the distance

Suggesting

Over and over

A damaged mantra

An old tune

Trapped in low orbit

That we heard

Colliding in small distances

Placed giant hands

Willed into existence

Like yesterdays horoscope

Believed only what we saw

Objects lit by thoughts

Truths covered in darkness

Hidden behind shadows

Of our own demise

Hand tuned radios

Crackled out important names

The fears of nations

Overlaid our own

As lesser monsters

Were thought to a standstill

Beating them with our hands

Till blood dripped

Between our fists

And the pain

Felt like our own

That we swallowed whole

Instantly

The sickness hit

The greasy wave of fear

That pulled back the light

From under our feet

We ran nowhere

As if escaping from

And staring back into the mirror

To a face

That turned the key

In the lock

In the house

Collapsing like sand

October 2007

Unborn

Gentle rain sprinkled

On my hands

Softer than snow

Your fears soaked through the sunshine

I drifted away on thoughts

Untouchable islands of clouds

Somewhere from anywhere

And

Now trains fly past

People to destinations

I sit with them

Breathing someone else’s dreams

Aspirations of escape

Closing the business of today

Unborn dreams pregnant with desire

Lie rotting in the womb

And I was crying for that touch

That would reach within me

Extracting order from chaos

Drinking back your tears

Like mine

October 2007