In the land of many ills
There’ll always be the one
That’s listening to the voices
(The ones nobody else can hear),
Where grain costs more as liquid –
In the city where rock is
Melted for gain and steel is
Twisted by prophets.
Monthly Archives: October 2014
Lookin’ for Someone …
A little tremble
In the full lips,
A little tear –
That nobody ought notice –
Building in a blue eye;
Blonde hair waterfalls
Across a single loop ear ring.
Me? I’m – mostly – comfortable
Waiting for an onward connection
In this universal airport gate chair,
In this end-of-tour skin.
But this lady has my attention;
Lost maybe and in need.
I catch her gaze, hold it.
She forces a smile:
“Don’t mind me,” she drawls
“I’m just lookin’ for somebody …”
“Me too,” I’m thinking,
“But, Hell, Lady,
I’ll stop lookin’ if you will …”
But she’s gone before
The thought is complete.
Those Echoes
When inventions weren’t
Nearly enough, the
Mothers smashed the
Candy-store windows;
Fast fingers, diamond lips …
Even though he had
Done no wrong, the
Gentle man was pushed away.
Some nights, an old-sweet child,
Hears those echoes, and
Is crying still.
Neighbour
He’s choppin’ at the strings
With intelligent-blues hands
Swappin’ up words ’bout
Love, the Devil and autumn
But beneath all the fury –
Raised voice, clenched fist;
Beyond the witch-gypsy mask
He still picks vegetables for
The local church harvest.
Getting Past the Questions
No point in asking the doctors
How long we will need
To decide if there is
Something wrong with time.
Have there always been
These soul-quiet streams
From the seas of space
That stop the darkness
Getting in, that keep us from
Getting past the questions?
Those Who Came
Well, let’s see now:
I didn’t sleep under the bed
Last night and it was
Another pleasant-passed day
On the paradise bus.
