In The Middle of the Night

In the mid-
dull of the night
I lay
and listen to the rain
In this hot room
the sounds of splash
draw out my
slightly sighs again
Were you not here so
short-a-time-ago to
sweat with mine
The ticks
tock by
so bluh
dee slow
hammer out
such emp
tea time
Through this din of rain
and thunderous clocks
my thoughts
collect on you
I’m sure though
slow these days
will fly and
bring me close
in time to you

Sad Tears

Tears drop hotly from cheeks
They run down
Dry before they reach the ground
A store of tears built up o’er weeks

Dressed in coats dragged fresh from the streets
Worn bare
Reveal a heart so rare
Cold golden heart mired in defeats

Through windows high in walls
Open to sky
The saddest song drifts by
On cold hearts sits the saddest song of all.

My dark star

Warm beams of light pulse
Lazily
From my dark star
Mostly late late at night
When all that’s left up
Are the naughty girls
There you are –
Glowing.
Malevolent ideas form in my
Pot-holed mind
Where – like a slow-mo accident
Trying to be kind
I unwrap your sweet
Contented grin
Gaze deep deep within
And grasp
And rub
And ever-so-slowly begin
Watching you burn
Blazing
Your amazing
Deep dark way
Through yet another one
Of those malicious,
Yet sun-warmed
And all-to-play for
Days
With your simmering, sensual
Warm pulses of lazy
Light.

On a night like this


Sunset in August from Canary Wharf

View of London West from Canary Wharf

Incredible speed sped me to this point in the night.
Turned from the tele
food, but somehow no beer, in my belly.
Mrs B sits on the couch and quips
trying to get buy-in from the back of my head.
On a night like this I start to write –
beaming out ideas from the back of my head.
Here – I might hope – is the next block
From twitter to facebook to linkedin to this blog:
Here is a new line in new lines of thinking.