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?

Copper and Diamond

On the railway-edge of

The borders of town,

 January’s watchman lowers

Industrial warehouse evening shutters

On a wet gone-along day.

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We Could Have … ?

The first night?

A different night?

The last night?

The only night?

A different night?

And who would have thought

We could have flown so high,

Got so far; fragile bone frames

Wrapped in simple rags?

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Blue Passion’s Clock

In hot-collision darkness

Different manners rule the

Blue-passion’s clock.

Cliffhawk-pirate’s daughter

Has the look of sinful-fire

And warm honey-danger romancer,

Bubble rim and flute-scream dancer.

Who says we can’t be

Snake and heart,

Rock and roll fools

For the night hours –

Bruised lips,

Trembling, burning hips –

And innocent-clean souls

For tomorrow’s changed light ?

 

30/7/2013