The
Time to choose,
Tiger Lily,
Is nearly here:
The sweet
Or the dark?
The demons that seemed
So glamorous earlier
Will have their pound of sin;
The words that sounded
Once delightful
Have their hooks in you.
The
Time to choose,
Tiger Lily,
Is nearly here:
The sweet
Or the dark?
The demons that seemed
So glamorous earlier
Will have their pound of sin;
The words that sounded
Once delightful
Have their hooks in you.
Strapped …
And delightfully suspended
In a seat inside
The somehow-gravity belly
Of and east-bound
Iron angel.
Far, far below the
Blue-highway we travel
The yellow earth is
Devouring itself again.
Am I safe?
Is any of us?
photo:www.izismile.com
With savage shell-bone pride
Members of the dragonfly tribe
Carry a beautiful storm miracle
Below their flexible armour cages;
And aerobat on flicker-shine wings
That flatten the earths corners,
Bend the skies straightways up,
Fasten the sun in time and place.
Recognise the magic, please,
In the small hum-drum things;
Catch some contentment from the
Small, pleasant pulses of joy.
Photo: courtesy of www.bendigocc.blogspot.com
30/8/2013
He’s head-down, hanging on to the last loyal gasps
Of his grim-boned, stretch-necked mare,
Tired from the flight,
After the last fight.
Passed the two hundred notches mark;
Rifle responsibility heavy on aching
Rein wrenched shoulders.
It’s not going to last much longer –
It can’t –
Surprised he got this outlaw-far.
The road goes ever on, that’s for legend-sure,
Just no guarantee who’ll be on it
Or which way the wind’ll blow;
Though he realises that only now,
Too damned late, but with a wry smile.
The blues, the reds,
The lines and the grey …
How had he managed to
Evade them for so long?
The horse stumbles, blood
Flecks from flared nostrils
Splash to the dust.
It’ll stop hurting
When the pain has gone.
4/3/2013
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