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