Dawn Raid

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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?

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12/4/2013

What You Ought To Value

Silver ribbons

That were once rain –

Are following their

Liquid grace race,

With moon-fuelled,

Rune-serpent weight;

Throwing Thor and

Theory curves at

Gargoyle rocks,

Calendar dreams

And bleeding-wish seas.

Reflection is a path

Mortals may dare,

But read the caveat

Before you risk

What you ought to value:

Satisfaction is, necessarily, elusive;

Ignorance can be

Genuine bliss.

20/12/2012

December is …

.. a sturdy-looking bridge,

Promising support and safe passage

To further sanctuary bank,

But trips you with secret ice traps,

Throws you down and

Chills your heart and soul …

 

… a magnificent horizon-wide bonfire:

Wholesome company, delightful magic and

Warm soup camaraderie –

All long gone by the time you get there:

Just the distant mocking stars

Looking down, sneering…

 

… a fierce-barbed fence, you knew

Had to be there, but which surprised you, anyway;

Bringing you up sharply,

Making you pause to think,

Forcing decision’s risky dice throws:

Go back?

Climb over?

Go round?

 

… a frameless window with high, wide views

That, while you watch,

Becomes a mirror:

Throws you back,

Unexpectedly, violently

Against yourself …

 

… a one way, northbound nose bleed ticket

For deck space on a dark-light

Iceberg clipper, heading for the

January border, so near, yet so far away.

Sleep well skipper;

Fare well fellow passengers,

We’re all in this together.

 

30/11/2012