Tuesday, 28 December 2010

Musical Shares

Musical Shares


Rot like fruit,
in the heat,
and apologise dolefully,
about all the horrible scars on your hands.
Cast away,
all the tongues,
that can saturate emptiness,
to a black and white blender that pulses refrains.
I'm still up,
on the news,
that magnificent melodies,
penetrate salesmen and poets the same.
Dance away,
to the smut,
that delivers your consciousness.
Deep set division lines drawn in the green.
Justice turns,
To the truth,
And then laughs at dichotomy.
A perpetual beep in invisible ink.

Sunday, 26 December 2010

A Near Kiss

A near kiss

sparkles like wide-awake.
Peels soft skin off star-glittered lips
swept up in keen, tipsy sunshine.

Friday, 24 December 2010

Funeral on the 23rd of December.

Funeral on the 23rd of December.

The hard ground
and the soft snow
cracked and caressed the shuffling feet
Whilst this winter chilled us all above and below.
A few heavy laden folk turn up too slowly
With the noise of xmas disrespectfully ringing in their ears.
What a day for dust.
And ash.
And snow.
A day negated by eve,
lived only through some hurried stuff and nae work.
The bells and the holly aren’t even for him,
But for a cross Pinnochio, who,
on occasion,
condescends to this place.
With this man,
I lie white cold,
Like a thoughtless gift in a decorative box.