Brings to Mind.

Age-of-coming girl on
Simple rope ‘n’ plank trapeze.
Metronome beat, measuring
Time, lust and performance;
Moving over stones:
Stones that stand for ages,
Stones that skip,
Stones that try to hide –
And the ripples they make
In still, deep waters.
It’s not always what you see,
Sometimes it’s what it
Brings to mind.

10/2/2013

She Thinks She has …

Silhouette-at-first-girl
In the hightower spotlight,
Snow and rock falling past
Once blonde hair onto
Slim, bare shouldres.
She has her own garbage can booked
In a special, reserved corner of hell;
But that must wait.

It’s not about history,
However impressive, it’s
About now, the show,
Adrenaline and the
Ten thousand points of light …
The ones many people never see.

When the fork-tailed
‘phistpheles angel comes,
No doubt, she’ll struggle, cry,
Plead, argue, go
For his damned eyes,
With broken nails and all
The spite she thinks she has.

But, she made a deal,
Is fine with that,
And between now and then
She’ll pay for powder,
Devour the music,
Give the naked fool everything,
Everything he thinks he needs.

24/1/2013

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