be burned (6/03/2008)

There is alwaysastory to tell
and then there are stories to hear.
There are those who only hear
and those that only tell.

So be careful we say, and get stuck
like one of those at a boring party
who is always complaining nothing is new
everthing copied perhaps for luck?

What they really mean, and be warned
that anything done has no point
much like their lives you see
nothing original and be burned.

Long and Drugged

Younger still and feeling
trading this life for sleeping
single and long in bed
only this morphine for company

with the soliary nurse helping
you and other unfortunates
who can’t tie shoelaces orsit
up and eat their chosen food

before vomiting all up
tears and despare for you
while the guy in bed nextdoor
eats and eats as if this were a free hotel

which is often what you’re told
lucky and loved in this ward
oh yes landed on your feet
laughter and mirth at the pun.

The priest approaches with smile
grins and says: you’ll be better
walks away you wonder how
true and months later he retturns

you look a lot better he exclaims
colour and form you have
surprised he remembered because
christ and god are weatching?

Logical then you read the bible
start and stop from beginning to
end with this comment from
nursesand peers: which edition?

Does it matter?
Still long and drugged
does it matter?
Still long and drugged.

To My Father

i remember your sandlewood perfume
the pine bookcases with rows of thrillers
authers whom i’d never heard or desired
the paper globe lightshades
and postcards framed in plastic

the house was always warm
never more than with your laughter
perhaps i’d made a joke
something we could agree on
or yourself you saw in me

those times i remember well
long before you plans for fatherhood
beared fruit. Your parents only ever
saw us together there once
after which all hope become lost.

I tried to Dance

I tried to dance when the sun came up
all that happened came to an end

my wheels got stuck and twisted fast
rolling around laughing aloud

wishing you could see me
trying to smile when those around

horrified faces, looks of shock
mild concern and generous easy love`.

Dreams of times when you came
to say hello and put the kettle on

herbal teas abound no milk in sight
as sugar granuals spilled all over

the table and cracked as i lifted my cup
to all of those
who find it hard to smile.

manufactor these Sounds bites
keeping control of this fight

placing a hand on your wrist
we draw together breath on cheeks

piercing the silence between us
blistering our tongues

as our bodies entwine together
muscles binding our handcuffed limbs

We Were Once Lovers

Listening to you talk about everything
thinking about nothing, I realize
we were once lovers
although the cold hasn’t changed

dancing all night to forget
pretending we are having fun
we were once lovers
tears I chisel from your cheeks

skipping over the wet leaves
living for the drama here now
we were once lovers
what never ending glacial climb

A bit of fun

 

I sit this poem new

hoping above all you

will see this as redemption

for heartache and frustration.

You sit and dream a fresh

memories  caught in a mesh

choking on wild thoughts as resignation

the afternoon sun furthers frustration.

Very sorry I could not speak

head in hands I tried to shriek

words were not forthcoming

much as love is forlorn hoping

when we met our eyes locked bright

 not unllke sky fired  bright

with black holes and collapsed stars

knowingly as a mans heart behind bars.

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