So strange this sleep

So strange this sleep
so strange this heart I never asked for
so strange these arms,
these fingertips, that hold
and touch the Earth around
so strange these eyes
these lips
that found your lips, that smile
so strange as if a smile before had never been,
So strange this sleep, this sleep
my dreams so long awoke in me.

Three return tickets and a Whopper.

Just you average Aboriginal
fea Aberdeen
aw the way from Auswitz,
Armenia and that place that hasnea a name.
Just your average Aboriginal fae Aberdeen
on my way hame.

Greenbelt Spring

The tree's were the first to go on strike
in solidarity with the memory of blue skies,
the many greens of bushes, foxgloves pink and hearts of heather.
All the insects picketed. Fed up crows
fly-papered the day with a dust of hope as
over fog riotous geese called down their comradeship to the grass.
While the sad striking sycamores and oaks
remember fondly daisy drenched fields and know their cause is right.
They were the first to die when the house-builders went in

Bar Josephine's

She hung about Bar Josephine's
plying her priceless dreams, I got so
caught one hot star night
in her lonely, solitary schemes.
I'd let myself loose unearthed by dreams,
black out and amber bright until time no longer past.
All my friends I'd left in their old trenches,
antique as Autumn.
while I went on
as I wander.
She still hangs about
Bar Josephine's wreathed in all her chains

Girl in the chemist

Such human blue vein sleep
so I see those eyes, lost green not looking away
and your hair like stark sunlight
falling orange like an an unkempt tree
falling behind you and falling over
your freckled whitewashed face
as you stood with such solitary grace.

catching up with my sleeplessness

He seemed to be searching for his lost joys, now as insubstantial as old dreams wisping away as the amnesia of morning grasps them and tears them away up into the light. For a long time he read through his journals and days seemed to pace. In his head the titinus had stopped though he knew as soon as he realized it had stopped it slowly regained it's ringing. He had read only 10% of the population had it. For a moment he felt special that he was in an exclusive club, but that did not last. He looked outside at the gradeur of the trees on the other side of the road, but he knew he could not take a step beyond his open door, so went to bed and watched the strengthening light reaching along the hallway. He heard a plane, like a wish, overhead, and the regularity of the motorbike and the neighbourhood cars going off too work then finally the beeping of refuse lorry backing up. A hush fell then.

None know now

None know now what once I was. Stillness now after I felt I floated offward, improbable as a half heard shadow, feeeling dodgy by default. I try to twist into memories, wonder why they seem so recalled while others seem locked away like a dream of a long forgotten day dream that won't return. Turn the key from the inside, leap out at me shocking me with suprise and a lightened heart.

Yes, none know now what once I was and I include myself in their number. I stumble, fall and land here still, unencumbered by the awful rage, impotent as a raven's shriek, but the lock turns behind me, unable to scream or sing instead am I as silent as a gossamer web, or uncluttered fingers, or toes of lead.