Hey Neighbours!
Hey Guards!
See what the wizard did?
Our fences are down!
Some playful god
Has spilled warm cider
Across the sky;
Giving orange edges to
Grey flamenco-skirt clouds.
Phantoms of the
Dance of night –
Left exhausted, happy below –
Appreciate the mischief.
Honey-tongued Loki,
Dark-feather father of
Deceit, mischief and evasion
Has been stokin’ his summer,
Drum –sin, tense-skin stove.
Dry, death-beckon dust,
Recalls the terrible, gong-ring thunder
Of the last Ragnorak –
That saddest of conflicts:
Bloody faith turning in
On its own convictions:
Tearing believers to gibbering shells.
High, hold-heaven skies
Understand the difference between
Axeman, innocent and chorister;
Know that shelter is promised to none
And that survival is no guarantee of sanity.
12/7/2013
Feels like the frustrated fury of
Fifty thousand hearts
Fizzing, crackling and buzzing
Like acid hornets in the
Haunted, sulphur-walled canyons
Of my ringing mind.
I am here, by
Longest days flame.
You are not, and
Echoes of all that street thunder
Going round in circles.
Your absence stings.
You were wise enough to know
It was time to finish
Long before I ever did;
But you said nothing,
Gave no sign,
And, while I hate you
For your silence
I also love you all the more
Because you kept it.
21/6/2013
Posturing, posing, taking possession –
Of your spaces, of your senses –
Pompous popinjay bounce ‘n’ bob aggression, intimidation.
Vicious corvid nation’s screaming confrontation,
Action is reaction,
Aerial, balance and counter lamentation.
Quiet-for-not-a-moment,
Not for an in-breath:
Harsh, dry fire machine-gun chatter is
In your skies, in your ears:
Bibbed, tuckered harlequin lobbyists
Refusing to take no for an answer;
“An inch? Not enough,
A yard is better but we need more!”
Dark-feather banners,
Be-damned demands, threats and refusal’s echoes,
Dog-fight bluff and communication concentration.
Territorial gunfighter-time, serious dispute
Limits and boundaries to maintain, refute.
A military versus terrorist resolution matter.
Arrogant challenge, wing-tip spin, dodge and wheel.
“Do not back down, do not agree, don’t deal!”
Draw the thin air,
Breeding zone, feeding drone
Spiteful Valkyrie battle lines:
Risk the noise of black and white fines.
Aggressive, assertive we-have-rights ridge tile invaders;
Usurpers, hungry chancers, challengers, dividers.
Out for mischief, Out for kidnap, extortion,
The good of the tribe.
Cast your pirate council vote:
Dapper-democracy magpie parliament
Or dark-as-Bible-cover
Murder of crows
Government?
Photo: www.yophotographer.com
12/4/2013
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