Thick night

A heavy mist sits

On the ghosts of trees

Damping sound close

To the dark deep

Fox barks sound far

Through wet air

A dam ssong (201020)

I hear the clatter of the rain
Feel the tug that summer’s flown
In my castle shut away
In England where my heart lies

I am not smart or rich or clean
Like all those faces on the screen
My life’s a humdrum tapestry
It sticks like so much shit to flies

Another day another day
Through my window to the world
Another great crowd chants and cheers
Triumphant songs never heard

So many dreams lie half awake
Whispers of neglected sleep
Loved ones smile and shy away
Waiting out those fairer skies

We stay inside for brighter days
Bearing pain we don’t understand
Lucky when we’re making bread
Sharing stories learning lies

And tomorrow is a world away
A world of hours wrapped in a day
A world of wonder to be loved
Caught in the storm-eye of the wise

Swarmin’

As I gaze out my window
I am awe-struck by the sight
of a hundred moving parties
all reflective in the night

Around is pandemonium
these strangely floating things
with a thousand different body shapes
all rested on their wings

Their dances carry all night long
and on through half the day
Some feed, some fuck, some suck your blood
Each dies it’s death in space

Musical Dawn

When that Black thatch
with them Blue eyes
shook the old cat
out of White lies:
Swiftly all the noise
of morning broke.

And this Grey crowd
full of Red heads
caught great Pink clouds
‘cross their cold beds…
And it dawned on!

Then tears soaked each side
and washed all colours clean
bleaching each bright with pride
– shining through what they mean:
Only the Gold sun left reflections
on this gory scene.