The stream (all workshops)
On a darkly shadowed tarmac
with a night color to match
and a brisk-like chill that tenses up my hair,
my shadow's dallying behind me
then at times, way up ahead
attempting, quite on purpose to give myself a "scare".
Off in the dim lit distance
towards the direction of night's breeze
muted sounds I can't decipher tend to drone,
I'm uneasy with the quiet
indignation in night's eyes
and the way it makes me feel I'm not alone.
I first came here in middle fall
a hidden place in the dark pines
when hunter's instinct came to call
and led me 'mongst the wild and vines
Along a road near disappeared
shoulders slumped and crown eroded
and homeplace where old shade trees reared
tall but of leaves then unloaded
The home and barn both fallen down
with piers and chimney slowly crumbling
miles and miles from nearest town
or highway's distant diesel's rumbling
What tragedy. What monstrosity
Has granted to us this lifeless breath
We are the unwanted stars
Cast out of the skies and out of their eyes
Our beauty, they hindered
And in blazing speed, we burnt down
And like fallen embers, we cindered
Into stardust; zilch, like the dusts of the earth
Calamity; monstrous conception
Born we are into this vast emptiness
This world wild with nothingness
To relish and to witness
Our birth as a curse
Let's dwell in the mystic land,
where birds and humans,
fly hand in hand
across the vast sojourns,
of deserted life.
An occasional gleeful vision of the crowd,
electrified;
does not necessarily constitute crazy.
"Touched a bit I spect"
whispered the reflection.
Sort some parcel into a mail bag
Place the slip in a wrong box
Somebody somewhere somehow suffers
Count the cost on consumables
And the toll on time bad supplies
The counter hand for box entries
Offers services to the public
With absent mindedness
Testifying to the emptiness
A sorry state of our system
Dead sentence pronounced
On the National Postal service
Still struggling to survive
With middling personnel
In an age of electronic mails
The theatre has men who like to pretend
Some force themselves to crack funny short jokes
Others are natural in what they do
I stepped in pretending to be a wolf
An unknown Tiger came to eat me up
we cleansed the wound
bacardi rum
sulpher powder from an old ambulance kit
cheering you danced
dousing your arms those
slender strong hands
mottled with freckles
and I passed out
vomiting on the table
when you pushed and hauled
taut the fifth stitch
waking from dreams
that boathouse
the sunken Chriscraft
"Fucking wake up!!" you
slapped me hard your tits
swinging..threw up again
(Im no big fan of Morphine)
I dream of a rainbow wood
In a world beyond our moor
Where the moon looms as the sun
And fireflies twirl into stars
I dream of a rainbow wood
Of singing fairies and listening unicorns
Where dancing dwarfs and crickets
Weave music into the clouds
I dream of a rainbow wood
Its seasons telling stories of spring blossoms
Of autumnal colours and winds
Of summer’s delights and warmth
Of winter’s chill and plays of snowballs
The Crow
Lonely pines covered in snow
Tremble under moonlight’s glow
Anticipating high drama
As the wind doth blow
Singular black crow
Perched on branch below
Fluttering feathered wings
Although his movement slow
Taking to grey skies that grow
In solid winter’s throes
No screech of complaint
For gale or frozen woe
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