Another New …

Little-bird silhouette

Throws big-heart

Song of summon-moonrise

Out from laburnum tops.

Big wagon;

Lonely-blue, lost and

Delivery late

Shifting gear.

Siren-street wail,

Losin’ ground in a

Lost-cause,

Goose-is-wild career.

Another new

Everynight

is riding a classic,

Long-boned,

Outlaw-bred hog

Towards my dark-garden

Hope’s shadow-beacon

Fires

Dull-slow-dull

And mind-numbingly circuitous;

This trip-wire, trap-doored, prat-fall

Journey from the flea-pit deeps,

Where the cold dry winds blow.

Every delaying hold up is

Another new, last-legs rotunda circus,

Tattered-flag finery and faded big-top

Under which failing, falling, flailing clowns

Try vainly to disguise the unholy, unnatural stink

Of humiliated animals, onlookers and voyagers.

Beasts all; we queue, hoping for so much

On days like these, fearful of

Missing, of falling faster behind,

Missing that one important sign

That will send us to glory.

Window in a Storm

Like the drowning ghosts of

Altar candle flames, buds of rain

Seek, so desperate hard, to defy

Gravity,

Destiny.

Unseen cheeks and faces

Pressed against unforgiving,

Merciless pane;

Imagined mouths voicing

Silent screams as

Slip becomes recognition

Of ending:

The thunder that can never be heard,

The deeps that will not be denied

Are claiming their once-bright souls.