She was all brrap brraap braaa And he was all fine fine fine Where she melted air with her glare He was still cool serene Her high pitch siren alarming His Warm bass tone disarming She was all face in your face to face As he was Warm smiles and space A tuneful duet Mighty reflection Power ballard Of loves Of affection She was his yin He her yan Lighting their little home Bright with elan
Let me tell about Flo Sisterless sister Brotherless mother Firebrand lover Balled-up energy Caterwaul wife Flo, you see right Is no blunt-edged knife
She’ll give you her last Stand up and be counted She calls how she sees it Flo sees right through it First in the morning Last down at night If you’re up for a battle Flo’s all out to fight
You keep Flo close Keep her close to your back Take a breath, drop your guard She’s already attacked Sweet menace of mind Lighting evenings with laughter Flo burns your night Brings the dancing tongue
Now you know Flo See her tenor, her gravity Your eyes now clear to her Threat and gentility When you feel her breath Some dark quarter drunk sweetly Keep your wits sharp Check your tongue for stupidity
Where are you bound cat?
Asked a horse in dulcet tones
Why ask you?
Are you interested in my goings
The cat replied.
the horse whinnied.
are too impertinent for my liking!
You – dear horse – are too ignorant for a horse.
This said, the cat rubbed it’s body about the great calves of the equine!
And you, generous feline, are too
bold for a creature of your minority.
Shall we walk?
The cat moved off,
the horse followed.
What a glorious day!
Remarked the cat as they wandered
out to rolling landscapes.
Was the horses only exclamation.
Now shall we not continue?
The cat seemed restless.
No; you are correct!
A cloud enveloped them
and the horse,
(in its giant monstrosity)
and the cat,
(in its sly minority)
The mighty sun beat down on vacant stables
Through the dark our moon glowed on nights effluent stream.
Bored with work ‘cause there’s too much to do
Wasting my time instead listening to music
Writing words to fill my head
Filling my soul with the takers of pain
Drinking some smoking then writing again
To scribble again
Slow music better than no music
Quiet music better than loud
Hot tunes hold my mind in line
This night goes so slow – so unkind
The shakes once again start me shaking
It’s the fault of quick thinking whilst sitting
The tongues through my head
Keep me waking
Drastic action has me waiting
So long that eyes close under eyelids
Strange thoughts prop my psyche
Weird music and thinking
Sad slow – stoppage drinking
to just over the brink!
We blink at each other
thru some fug of confusion
The slow eyeball roll
to a grasp for conclusion
I hear your noise distant
As when wisps of mists cloud
All the words that you say
And I blink in ascent
Some time some time ago
we sang the same lyrics
Your accented verbs
lit my mind with loves fire
Attuned to the vibrant chords
Lept from your full lips
I wondered the musical
majesty of breath
Yet here we sit side by side
Tone deaf and mystified
Straining to glean
just a semblance of sense
I hear you, don’t get me wrong,
My ears are not yet deaf
What i hear is not quite though what your tongue likely meant
Sparks which light up this sky so bright,
to light the hearts of youth tonight.
Those that whistle, whirr and ping:
showers that usher the winter in.
Loud bright claps
and whooshes of firepower
launched from the dark,
glowing, burning…then embers.
For this sharp date
when kids stay up late,
steals breath from all lips
frozen, open and baited.
Tonight the sky is blistered light
and caught in brains
and smoked so bright.