Behind these dark-of-January eyes,
Beneath deep-winter blues
There is – every now and again –
A space, a time,
A spark of faith
Where here is elsewhere
And distant is such a tiny word
Dismissed with a wish
And the confidence
A journey can evoke.
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Doesn’t Every Journey ..?
Here
In these few, brief –
Too-brief
Hours of change,
While the wholesome moon
And the law gods
Look away,
Identity can be fluid.
Maybe then
Perceptions being cleansed
(Or altered at any rate)
We see the doors
We were never looking for …
And nobody is harmed!
After all
Doesn’t every journey
lead to the traveller?
Chasing …
Me,
Riding wheels
Down the long-black stripe
Between jigsaw piece landscapes:
Edges, broken greens.
Me usually on
The right-wrong side
Of the white line
Chasing changing numbers:
Broken flashing arrow
On a tiny screen.
Making the
Over-and-over mistake again?
Thinking today
Is tomorrow,
Wondering
If I will
Ever learn
So We Came …
So, after the million-and-more
Worthless words, we came;
The faithful and the free
To be weighed on
The Scales of Reputations,
Under the Pointless Arch
And the anonymous gaze of
Distant strangers. Came
To the northernmost fringes
Of the City of False Wisdoms,
For the trials, and
After the assembling, the
Crowded, stalling, winding journey
The excesses:
Of colour and clamour,
Of favours and flavours,
Poise and pose,
The raising of voices,
Candles and sacrifices
Of fish and fruit;
The exchange of coins
For tokens,
Standing,
Sitting …
To be finally judged:
Noble, inspirational
But wanting.
The Thing About Planes …
The thing about planes
Is they’re too jet fast;
It’s translation,
Transportation,
Missing miles
Between passport heartbeats.
No time
Between departures
And destinations.
Blink once, twice;
It’s done, and
There’s no going back.
It’s gone,
People left
Far apart: Continue reading
Seven Times
To Union
Long is long,
Straight is straight,
‘N’ this ain’t over yet.
Bitter blues,
Frozen-mist locks,
Apathy shocks;
Which way to
The junction?
Long is lonely,
Straight is strange
‘N’ this ain’t over yet.
Smoking bridges,
Missed chords,
Lost keys:
On the way to union.
11/8/2012
