Ah
Shatter the glass
of me
Shard me
The old wound
Stumble
Into too bright
daylight
I
Wish I understood
The separation
Blindness
Twist
Your old knife
The binding crusting
So
That beauty
Tears my eye
If only
peace of pieces
shard
If only
join hands
Ah
Frost moon says cold tonight
We
Stumble across another year
Feels like spring in autumn
Fall
That edge, could you look
across time instead of space
See the dizzy distance toward death
Hidden behind that beautiful lump of now
Breathe
Inevitable cancellation of what you were
Are
Ice spinning
Not cold
Anymore
No breath
I’m tired
A hundred thousand children sanctioned
Hungry
Because of your lies
A million using food banks, swallowing pride
Hungry
Because of your lies
Homeless numbers rising
Cold out there in winter
Another body, some body
Dies
Because of your lies
Heartless must have a heart
Faithless must have faith
Liar
Only needs a paid-for mouth - don’t blink, swallow
Sell another hospital
Children must be profitable
“Throw another on the fire,
It’s cold in here.”
One gives up
Can take no more
Suicide
Hungry
Cold
Because of your lies
Thumbs up privilege patronage
“Choose to be poor?
The sentence is -
Death”
Because of your lies
See what you’ve done?
Defend your petty bubble
We’re invisible
Another pocket picked
Because of your lies
06/Mar/2015
Fear
My old friend
Protect me from harm
Bar me from better
My lodestone
The delicious frisson of doubt
Those old foundering shoals imagined
Are deep water
Relax
Old friend
Put on your warm coat
Sit by the fire
There now: old friend, my dear
Let's make better
Together
Small things every day
I walked through Liverpool one in the sunshine, passing the stairs at the edge of Chavasse park. The light catching tiny pinpoints in the brick.
I played a mental game that said I was dead and looked outward to see nothing would change.
An ice cream, I wanted to wander along by the line of fountains but they were too wet
Some loon stuck his head wet to cool down
An Italian couple discussing something sitting outside in the hotel's piazza
White wine in the blazing sun on the slate tables
Dancing with my flake, slurping the 99
Bright blue sky cut by slate grey
We cross the wide road
Pass the red ship, once caught in dreams of radio
I looked up, sun in my eyes at the brown cube
My destination
Dust swirling
Nothing changed
These atoms
make solar wind
combine somehow to make an eye blink
join in endless dance
These atoms
want
love
Underneath
delicate tracery
painting on water
with blood and hope
A dangerous rearrangement of carbon
beauty
atoms flex
fat universe consumed
So dance
it stops
not
The groove rises
closes over
like wave
dust sparkles, skittering across
The atoms
want not