He's leaving home by Adam Parry

 
In touch with unreality
in a cocoon of metal and glass –
flying in the dark.
Home ahead, behind home
as the orange light of the motorway
speeds the bus on.
There is no air out there
only gravity in here
stuck to the tartan double-seat
some sleep
some snore
some eat crisps noisily
and just sit
homesick already
or read in the orange light
lose track of the words
and others
just sit and stare
at the unreality out there
all so warm and unafraid
unaware of adventure
                                  just a fingertip away.
Not yet knowing what they’ll find
who they’ll be
no time to take it all down
in my book and too soon
we are there.

Avoid Alcohol by Adam Parry

 

 

The prescription said:

Do not drink on this medication.

Did that mean

pointedly ignoring booze on shop shelves?

Did that mean

I should pretend we were never friend?

Did that mean

be mean, show them the door?

Now I avoid alcohol no more.

She leaves me by Adam parry

 

 

She leaves me like a leafless tree

cold here as winter is coming

frozen Haar here strangling summer.

This year I’ve just made myself younger

And made a longer song for her, jealousy

has left me mask less sleeping.

Silent Spring by Adam parry

Oh eyes so blue I came to think of you

No natural answers to your calls

I'm far too busy climbing walls.

Oh, eyes so blue, there's nothing quite so true.

And I

behind the trenches of my enemies

I fight with only my helpless heart

I drowned the foe in unnumbered tears.

I'm always ready for the revolution to start.

Some days I feel if I only forget my fears

I'll see your oh so blue blue eyes again

and again, they close so sleepy now

sweet blue as dreams abounds.

Daddy has gone to face the bogey man

you'll never, ever know.

 

 

He by Adam Parry

 

Hidden in the Haar's hapless caress

held up in its raw embrace.

All else invisible, but for

shapes in this ghost brought to Earth

forgotten here in the Haar

 

never known

unborn

undead

memories frozen

thoughts unexposed.

 

He, laughs at loneliness,

in a world of white

and then the hands of sunlight

take his

into the coloured in world

where life belongs

and he yearns for the cold fog’s lost embrace.

A little life

 

A little life 

 

Life day-dreams

adds a new colour

blinks, flinches back, pairs up

all along a momentary blood-flow

cuts off from thought – sought out,

broken bits of sweet sweat

sit beneath the surface

as he languidly lolls

rolled up into reality.

One being

infinitely free.

Union Bridge. Looking up by A L Parry

 

Union Bridge. Looking Up

 

The starlings swarm

designing the day

beneath the Union Bridge

                                               twisting

                                                       D

                                                           0

                                                      W

                                                  N

like,

 secrets caught in a hurricane.