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Committed to Float Freely
Spiritually I’m flighty / committed to float freely / to waver and to hover / to be fleeting / transient / drifting. / For though meaning /…
Dream After-Taste
like a spoon / too deep in the pan, / dreams / stir up old hurts / old fears, / burnt scum / now floating / flavours the day
The Surging Rush from Stormy Seas
One hat, two hoods, my hand holds down, / as driving winds bombard me. / I reach the shore, I love these times; / with no one else around f…
Having my cake and eating it … / indigo storm clouds / backdropping / sun blazed granite moors. / August 2008
Let’s distract ourselves with blame …
running away together / running away for ever / human kind
Latent
Am I hurt? / Or crouching wary / watching / from my stillness. / Weary yes / but broken no / turn to me with caution. / Watch me not. / Do …
The Silver Lining
I lost the dream / but gained some peace. / I failed my mission / but found some rest.
Same Old, Same Old
Alcohol. Flattery. Ego needy. Divorce seeded.
Frantic Inertia
decision / decisions / erupting from the mind / stack up upon each other / till towering, they topple
Naughty Hope
Oh hope, my naughty little friend, / how you tease me, / flirt with me. / How you fuel my / daft wee dreams, / revive my plans / to try aga…
Sitting Duck
As humour is a key / to dissolving the intense / I’ll write this little ditty / to unload what’s on my chest / Early in the day / I’m as jo…
Witch-Doctor Sought
I must see the doctor soon / about my moles / and madness / ’bout nicotine replacement / and overwhelming sadness / I hope she has a …
Bleed Time, Blade Time
sickle shaped; my posture / body; weary, bleeding / yet like a blade / I have to cut, / to snip and slice, / dissect, / and raze / hedges &…
Blackout Cave
The cave had become dirty. The spring water cloudy. Long hanging grasses screened the entrance so that inside it was always dusk. Or nig…
Wounded, she’d charge headlong …
Wounded, she’d charge headlong, into the reckless crowd, rebounding off others, like freak gunfire in a film.
