In The Dreamtime

C_bM0B7XgAE6xWZ.jpg_smallIn the dreamtime
I saw you in the reflection of the sunset,
as the auburn red and gold
began to light up the night.

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Finger tips

Those days I held your hand
we couldn’t help it
watching endless love
from the sidelines

even when you make me
watch those bloody antique auction programs
didn’t need to know
how much it was worth

You see sheep know what I’m saying
I’ve read their newsletter
Zen and the Art of Abattoirs –
an impressive article on stoicism

and love
in every issue.

 

I’m afraid

I’m afraid of the dark

I’m afraid of giant machinery and sharks

I’m afraid of finding worms in the apple, after the bite

I’m afraid of how easily Capitalism has become the effective tool of governance and social policy

I’m afraid of friendly fire and planes as bombs and bombs from planes supported by gods whose followers could only be pathetic as their descriptions of their gods;

I’m afraid [like Geldof?] of the “great indifference” that consumes our lives

On Days Like These

On day like these
I see the sun is out and my laces are undone
toddlers on mobiles
they know where the game is at

On day like these
I see older couples on benches
sliding palms over each other’s thighs
the comforting touch

On day like these
I see weeds refusing to be judged
no matter how hard
they’re pulled at the roots

On day like these
I see birds ignoring pecking orders
And marching to the front of queues demanding
And winning acceptance of their aspirations

On day like these
I see queues at food banks
fighting back the tears and blows of austerity
an austerity that never starts at the top

I see celebrity presidents without fear,
on fake news
boasting the size of their [nucleur] buttons
warplanes, gunships and drones,

ready in the wing for more strikes against
orphaned refuge babies
hoping somewhen, somehow
someone will love them again.

On day like these
ever resilient scientists develop
a new polymer protective covering
as the ozone layer disappears…

I see optimism and hope
melting
like icecaps into the sea

On day like these
my shoelaces are still undone.

The Heart’s Final Stillness

Open yourself to the clearing,
you may retire to receding
points of suspension and yet…
The perfect enclosure beyond
the hot summer’s cauldron

The dark forest mushrooms
The undertow of our longings
And yet there will always be
calm, sky-bearing lake

Is this the last declaration of love or
the heart’s final stillness?