A thought caught by Adam Parry

I take the plaster cast off my face
wear a new heart on my sleeve
I let my blood run off and chase
I leave the dust on my eyebrows to rest
and the hairs in my ears to sleep, but
get them up for breakfast.
My toenails hibernate
my hand washes my other hand
and my two feet too.
The grey in my hair surprises me
every time,
while the grey hairs
on my chest surprise me in a different way.
I  take the plaster cast from my face and
leave my toenails to hibernate
and cut them with the daffodils in the spring.

Pardon me? by Adam Parry

No pardon me.
This uniform for a father
wears always in the rain.
He becomes his mask
submits to his own stereotype.
His mask though is all his own
until the darkening at noon.
Betrayer of his own destiny
sacrificing all for one final choice
some plastic indecision
replicated for childrens' amusements.

On the way by Adam Parry

The morning mist on the river
thick
camouflaging the waters
into a long worm of cloud.
No rain falls as the mist
snakes toward the sea companiably
round the bends in banks,
over hidden trees.
The mist mimics the river's route
passes over like a kind amnesia.
I wonder if the moil of mist
would make it all the way to the sea,
would make it into a painting,
or a photo or a story.
The slug of mist passes me as
I stare into a poem

Borderline Personality Disorder by Adam Parry

silent eyes
voices blind
yabbering far away
inside
darkness fades to dawn
no witnesses
of a thousand thousand thoughts

a demain by Adam Parry

A love song sung in French is
most heart-breaking of all
but all I have are these words
and they will have to do
a demain, she said and I felt no sorry
I kissed her and lived only for tomorrow
but that was yesterday or the yesterday after
and I don't no what to do.
I thought I saw her once from a bus
that took me too far away
she did not smile or wave that day
no she did not smile that smile that gave my heart a tale.

Sometimes I see her in that mirror by my side
and she talks to me
yes, she does speak to me a demain she says
though she cannot share our tomorrow.
I put flowers on her stone as the rain embraced the day
I told her to tomorrow, and smiled,
for it did not sound to far away.

Written on the back of a bus ticket by Adam Parry

The bus, over the bumps in the road
flirts with the countryside
as it pauses and it passes
winks at a tree,
grins at the rabbits in their field,
waves goodbye to disinterested horses at the far edge of green
where the river bends
as smoke bends away from fire.
The bus, over bumps, drives on without a backward glance.

Silent Spring by Adam Parry

Oh eyes so blue I came to think of you
No natural answers to your calls
I'm far to 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 abound.
Daddy has gone to face the bogey man
you'll never, ever know.