How Simple …

A guitar,

A crowd,

A cigarillo,

A corned beef sandwich,

A little wine,

A little warmth,

Evening coming down,

Heaven’s voice:

How simple are

The best of nights.

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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

All The Colours

curacao-beach-sunset

One pretty evening’s

Never-to-be-repeated shore.

Autumn-beginning’s sunset

Casts her bronze folded nets of waves

Against the welcoming pebble shelves.

They break into scattering strings

Of brief-life jewels as

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Portrait of the Poet

As night’s new choreographed clouds

Roll in and over me

I’m sitting, again,

Whole but alone again

In borrowed skin

Beneath a tree that struggles

To fit beneath the sky.

Between a warm metal heron and

A broken kitchen chair leg

I’m stabbing craziness onto

Poorly seen, second use paper

By stuttering light of gutter candles

With stubborn fingers and a

Well-chewed crayon stub.

Not everything has changed.

Not everything needs to.

25/7/2013

At The Borders

Paused at the borders
Of a place
Named Evening:
Where day-long fog
Leaks from the spaces ‘tween
Bare-bone beeches,
Where the past and anthems
Are neither denied
Nor forgotten.

With a little luck,
Some patience and sweet time
We’ll reach Nightfall …
But let’s savour the wine,
 Music and candles first eh?

13/12/2012

Leaving Their Heavens

During the day

The sky told different lies,

Wore comfortable clouds.

This evening

The constant wanderers

Draw closer to my door;

Leaving their heavens

A little further behind.

For good or ill?

And who may know?

My feet are becoming

Accustomed to this path.

 

10/3/2012