Van Gull, the musical
Bites hard amid tender creatures of the shadow, stands of mahogany charred in slowly cooking a pig
Days of honey tea.
And did I at last forget to mention, some days we all need lovin’ complimentary in our tea.
Star Explosion Lithium
The sky screams back, train wreck, wheels fall off, another day goes by, tick tock the clock, slow and menacing from the wall, doesn’…
Irene from the file
Her name was Elaine, almost the same, his, a grass-stained offering.
…with little parcels in the air.
Savouring as we climb another rung, little parcels in the air and on our tongue.
In places we go.
Endless fun in Acapulco / Simians in the Congo / Fish in Bangladesh / No complex Interpol extraction mesh
I’ll never truly understand what turns a boy into a man, paints the sky blue, change the things you do, or get over you
we gave it away, where stream ends pool and night becomes day…
Where all good fools begin, in the morning looking down the road.
Good manner standing idle where the hunt takes place.
“Perhaps” ….a collaboration of …
Hungry seagulls falling on the beach confused, weird scenes in that we prefer not to gather, feelings left best alone.
On Killick Creek
Would I feel the same fired in city neon, wrought in electric clay, completely un-alive
You had it all in the night.
Sunshine in wordless borders, Insignificant cloud, Opposing angles, Learning curve, Sleeping worlds apart.
Another winters day
Imagine asking why, unveiled in ending seasons, are you waiting here for some-one else to be.
I replied with synchronicity emerging through discarded clothes
I didn’t know her at all
Unfurl that light of burning desperation waiting long to seed another day
…at the end of a rack in dark blue cotton, roughly stitched, gathering dust, napthalene coals in denim rust…..
Sudden burst of Companionship
cottontail dreams held within where others walk on faceless tunes of memory
With Little Piggies Tales
Listen up, this aint about erections, this aint about love on a nasty summers sheet, this is about the dreams we live in today.
This is who I am
Where grip becomes slip on this river too wide I might climb inside your shelter as you might climb inside mine
The colour of Autumn, morning cloud, blossom……
If we could last forever gently would our sadness fall behind, erase this madness from our minds
On the edge I begin
there is an image at the end of my street, a place where tram lights and gutter converge with blue
the train of affection
In all my years I never touched on soft or right, I could have been here well before beside this vice of independence.
She came upon a seashell.
She came upon a seashell in her wonder at the light, watched a rainbow from the wrong side of the wall, I heard the distance calling and st…
Dogs and Dust
rugs and bugs and other strange drugs from those who didn’t know
Bearwings Touched by Beauty
Taken from beauty, not out of time….
My Butterfly Wings
swallow the sky in honey dew, bring out the season of being