Jun 21, 2013

Some Few Short Poems recorded for forth-coming recording. Like it? Like it. Share if you like it. 

Jun 6, 2013

Two Quite Dissimilar Hexagons

There was a Hexagon

Regular in shape,

Each side the same length as the other,

Happy and content.

 

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May 10, 2013

Belly Button Fluff

Recycling tip: Collect Belly Button Fluff

Once you’ve got enough

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Apr 29, 2013

Being balanced

I woke up with one ear larger than the other.

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Apr 23, 2013

Odd Arrangement

Sometimes, everything seems to be in

An odd arrangement;

Like a candle that smells of mint,

Or an elderly Muslim woman learning to parallel park.

 

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Apr 23, 2013

Mar 8, 2013

Fish and Cheese

"Your sign! Your sign!

It’s all gone wrong!”

Out of his mind with rage

He went on.

 

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Mar 5, 2013

Touch

Found a hard copy of an old story.
Felt shy about running my fingers over the brown disintegrating pages.

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May 29, 2012

Venezuela

Ambling down the rambling bambling path 

Forebrows caked in heady sweaty muck 

Flies bashed to soil on arms of lead

We reached the border.

Crossing herself, she led us

through the seering spearing jungle mist 

Across the vulgar splays of fallen tree-fingers.

Only when the sun stopped did she let us rest

Disappearing into the mist like a filligre ghost.

And that’s when we lost her.

Now we were safe. Now protected.

Now she could leave and become again

The white woman of the forest.

The dolphin. The dancer. The angel. The dream.

The story.

Apr 30, 2012

Jazz Conversation

There was a man and he would see
Two others when they came for tea.
To talk at tea the two men came.
The third of three would do the same.

They spoke of many varied things
Of travels, love and Krauts and Kings
Of life and death; of hates and fears;
Of power and plague; of towers and tears.

Most times the rage grew piping hot
As one thought one thing, two thought not.
Yet disagreeing, still they chose
To bow t’each other as they rose.

They’d put aside their diff – er - ence
To each pick up their instruments.
Could discord make this sound so soon?
Can men so quickly change their tune? 

Is music then a higher truth
Than words and argument and proof?
Three men, a washboard, bass and brass
Tap, scat and pick to cover the scars. 

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