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
Tuesday, February 23, 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
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
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