When It Isn’t Playing.

I suddenly realise that I

Need the lights on, the

Candle’s  insipid, greasy guttering

Is no longer sufficient.

Into the left,

Across to the right:

Who could have guessed it?

The juggler tastes his throwing apple;

Thunderbolt runs down kite-string,

Water no longer fits in the bath-tub,

Frustrated scientist goes gamma-green.

Maybe the best dancers

Don’t need the notes?

it’s about the white matter –

Less is more –

A disembodied voice informs me. –

Does she know I can hear

Music when it isn’t playing?

 

25/3/2013

Kite Talker

There’s always going to be

Change,drama, weather

Between the black rock

And the jungle beach;

But nobody smiles

Like the Kite Talker does –

Every ballet finger, string

And red sail performance

Relaxed and engaging.

Names can’t always be changed.

Accept the ultimate, cruel

Justice truth:

The innocent cannot expect

Eternal protection.

20/11/2012