You speak when you’ve not spoken
I rest upon your eyes
You can sense what most cannot feel
Until the walls come tumbling down
Category Archives: Poem
Dreams Awakened For Sleep
When you wake you’re still in a dream, he said to himself.
That was way way back, one early morning,
when only the night remained,
and all daytime was stuck in his dreams of his life awake.
Somethings Recorded
Suspended in VHS
Travelling to ends
Triggering rewinds
From tape to tape to tape
The grainy
Through the rains
Unsteady
In the rolling winds and mess
Memory Memorexed
A cassette drape
A Simple Blizzard
A piercing, white blizzard had arrived, and everything familiar had all but vanished.
That’s all Joel had noticed in 3 seconds of eye-lash laden observation, shortly before his body yanked him backwards; his deadweight dropping him to a soft land.
It seemed for a while yet, he should remain foetal.
When You Think You Know More (Lyrics)
And you walked in
Like you owned not the place
But the place that you’re in
And you sailed through
Like your heart pumped the waves
When the waves needed you
But now
Im not so sure
On these stories told
When you think you know more
And want less
As you grow old
Drunkz
I awoke to two drunks singing
My peace stinging like lost bees sipping honey
I was gonna vent
Hell-bent
But alas I had no bucket of shit to fling
As distance intervened by sleepy syringe
Being emptied of any fuss
I dreamt heavy
And then
So unable to navigate with a bus
Retune
He didn’t sing naturally to their tune, because they lacked all the right notes as he entered the room.
Here and Now
The traffic rushes by
Like the memories in my head
And the day is upon me
As soft tyres lose their tread
All the roads blur smooth
Like yesterdays future news
And the day is upon me
What rushes is still in cruise
All i know is…
And all you know
is what i show
In the here and now…
The Last Moon on the Left (excerpt)
The bizarre kettle-shaped spaceship, suddenly turns off its powerful engine of raging bubbles. Now, both young boys listen intensly, to the slow, muted, thud of footsteps… from the creepy bottom step… to the agonisingly close and creaky top step of the stairs.
But it’s soon after those footsteps stop, after the deathly silence they create, when something that sounds as light as a balloon, and travelling in the unnatural breeze of the night; bumps innocently light, then mysteriously heavier (again and again) onto the exposed floorboards of the landing.
Luke (the younger ) suddenly remembers that in the most recent past, he had found ‘the landing’ very confusing, because nothing that he was aware of… until now, had ever landed there.
Gin
“Did you realise Deidre, that gin is little more than vodka with added flavours?” said Lars.
(He was the new barman)
Deidre didn’t realise.
She slurred, “Am-alergit-te-too–mudge-voka!”
Lars immediately felt the job wasn’t for him.
I Eat Let.ers 