Smoke sniffs up and out A deep inhale of mist for my longing lungs I pull and release Justified by the young gay souls Smoking near In a bar I will visit only once It bellows from soft lips between thoughts Rises under me, from students Who sip wine and spray black breath What is my wish, if not these clouds To hug, to ground me Here Who would I be without this yearn To soak the air of its spell By a waking mind ready to kneel To my vice of choice And it’s wish to vanish Down my hollowing throat
An organic child
I pick life from the blackened earth A one pop pull and through With spikes green and an orange tube Now ascending, from the blue Her dry skin of ordinary touch And soft hands yet to feel Now clasp food the rain makes She intuitively knows its real But time will tell it’s story Slowly and begrudgingly so For the truth will bare it’s naked fact That food, it cannot grow Drugs and pills litter fields In every square but this It’s rare to find your food grown From nature’s natural lips Maybe she’ll live to a greater age That knows not of this place Where only the elements of god bathe The ground with nourishing grace Yet she’ll have been here now, today Just the once in her early youth To pick her dinner from sturdy ground Lived it’s glorious truth
Lords
Climbing the stairs Finding your seat I’m here A home for the evening The theatre of Lords Under floodlights The white ball swings And the clock ticks And the wind slips Between cracks in the seats The chase is on 70 from 50 To be out there Bearing the pressure Rising to expectation What if Those hopes of youth Had become truths What then? Who then? Dreams are just that Dreams. Necessary Moments Of hope My envy Recedes into gratitude For lost ambition Making way for love And company As we scatter out of the ground Along the road Through the station And into the tube I pause My camera snaps And I am overcome Thankful the stars Aligned themselves Without my doing
Seeds beneath the snow
I find water in spring Beneath sands of the desert Where dry golden caps Protect rivers below Through the summer I plant Without care for the sun Seeds beneath the snow Hiding sparks yet to come In the autumn I find Silence in the city Where songs of sirens Rain through the streets Under darkness in winter I live for the night And stroll with the foxes Until the rise of the day And when I searched for hope She was everywhere And I smiled I could stop looking now
Fern
A thousand leaves Bristling in a bounty of air Gave outstretched shade To a stranger Like fingers those thousand pieces clenched Became the familiar shape of her birth A Fern My shelter from today Did she know Her destiny was not limited to her Solitary Self A search for the sun Once daunting, now complete She was never really Alone
Strawberry leaves
Invisible to me It repeats An endless cycle My careless eye Catches detail Without context Systems of humans Appear self made Will I care to notice They are not This strawberry leaf Droops like her sisters fruit Lightly weighing On her mothers arm Lipstick petals With pale green rims Enclose her jewel Now protected Like a child Held This tree of birth Short and stocky Firm to the floor Pyramid shaped Celebrates hierarchy It’s top down approach By creating beauty From its order Strength From its system My ignorance Rarely connects What binds life here The beauty I notice Created by systems I miss Like strawberry's Made from leaves On a tree I wander By
Night life
The night-side of life is the kingdom of the sick I have fallen into your darkness My throat is sore Unwelcome growth is infecting me Flourishing inside of me Id love some of that Calpol stuff from the spoon Today I was a Shrivel A presented face. All else lay wilting I am on the bad side Where health is a distant sun Setting away from here I want your warmth little yellow thing Find me
Filey, Yorkshire
Senses soaked by salt permit my rest Hills crunch into stretched out shores peering out to sea And as yellow spreads in the fields, people of the land meet In pubs like front rooms, where the pull of pace Has lost its grip, and dreams of equal importance Remain in the minds of honest folk Who without cause for concern go about their way With hope for the day Trusting it will come
Montmatre, Paris
I walk, without thought, upon the past beneath Grey brick cobbled for foot and wood Now rubber and road lay siege To Montmatre I think, without care, of the chattering minds Swapping tales of today Some stick in the mind Others float with the wind I care, without worry, for these people The kindness and beauty of their place I rest knowing it will repeat This love has been here before
Bong of the Bells
Bells ring In-between the regular silence That deafens this place And heals it Bong Bong Bong Bong And now the 4pm breeze Slips it’s joyous cold hands Down my waiting neck Just in time Patience Rewarded As we reach the crescendo Of a day well spent Now an evening well earned To sip On these heavenly bells Silence after silence