21 Nov 2013

Lost, Unfound



so they asked me
what I thought I was playing at?
pushing a piano
all the way
from Land’s end
and up
as far
as John O’Groats?

easy
i said
in my most minimal way

you see… .. ..
i search in the hedge rows
i search on the ground
for something they say
that can never be found

so all the way
up to John O’Groats
i’m on the trail
cross river
through dale
for Monsieur Eric Satie’s
missing notes!

17 Nov 2013

You Make The Clocks Stop

You Make The Clocks Stop

an untypical air
as you breeze down the street

as one by one
and tickety tock
all the birds whisper
and all the clocks stop

and the stars
they all
would bashful fall
awkward at your feet

and you’d have to mind
those pretty toes
from all that cosmic heat

2 Nov 2013

All Washed Up


a twisted piece of driftwood
rolling back and forth upon the ebb and flow
of a lunar tide
so gently was i rocked to sleep……

and later….listless
under a vibrant moon
(she also took a shine to me)
and i wondered why?
and what she saw?
as she
gathered me up close
and clutched me to her youthful heart

yes
others had walked this way before
but quickly passed
along that shore…….

so you took me home
for a closer inspection
and i was surprised at
how soon and deftly
you went to work
sanding away at all my rough edges

and then came
the introductions……
to the movers and shakers
the midnight philosophers
and wannabe fakers

and the revelry went on
for many a fine moon
and still many moons more
until one day
the music stopped

a twisted piece of driftwood
rolling back and forth upon the ebb and flow
of a lunar tide
so gently was i rocked to sleep……

24 Oct 2013

Cloud Catching



i caught a cloud in a butterfly net
and took it home 
for poking

i put in the garden shed
forgot to feed it
and now he’s dead

so now I’ve a dead cloud in my garden shed
and must be careful where i tread