Chipping off the old block
Tick tock, what rot,
Laid to rest, now he’s gone.
Gone to stray away.
Flip out again. Go crazy. Stuck on flowers
Reflect the glare.
Gasp for air.
A butterfly existence.
A fragile broken hair hits the breeze.
Teetering on the edge of time.
No where, but here.
I miss the running, but feel
like I’ve finished the race.
Arrived at a place.
Elastic emotions twang and snap
Every moment comes back to
Individuality is unfathomable.
We are all alone.
‘It is strange how my head can be so full of great, innovative, stories and ideas and then, suddenly, as soon as I pick up a pen and paper, all of this burgeoning, creative talent vanishes. leaving me floating in a frustrated void.
Fire flickr’ing tounges.
Tempting caverns within the embers.
Taking Sunday slowly, sheltering,
From the slashing, freaking, gusting weather
With an attitude of prooving our resistance.
T.V. and wellies.
The slow contented sigh of a man.
The crackling fire warms my arse as I sit with my knees up.
Blinking with dry eyes.
In my mind my ambitions burn, then mingle and merge , like smoke.
Where to begin again?!!’
The inspiration crawled away and hid.
I found it for a while today,
In a small snuff box, when I lifted the lid.
I don’t know where it’s flown to now.
It’s done it again, just disappeared!
No point in believing that’s the end that I feared.
For some other day, as long as there are blank pages in my book,
I’ll find it again
When I am having a look.
Wild wind howling, stabbing,
stalling, winding, ‘wind’ing,
around this solid shelter.
Helter-skelter missiles surrender,
Thrown against the glacier blue.
A black shadow crow glides and flutters, head on,
Choked on caw,
Blown inside out.
Wild wind, blowing as hard as it can,
Seems, though, it can never blow us all away,
The earth’s scurge and virus,
“She carried a muddy kind of vibe.
Like a mouthful of earth.
Couldn’t help but admire her blunt honesty.
Asexual….yeah, that kind of instinctive, animal, immediacy that you find in an old domestic pet.
She was reliable, an uncanny knack of turning up at the right time.
Always felt the urge to scream at her.
“Lighten up. For God’s sake lighten up!”
She was always there so completely,
But not on a social plane……not in the world of people.
Felt like you’d known her for years.
For someone so solid, she never seemed to stay around for very long.
Thought it kept her young ,
or some such fancy.
Talented girl really – but never seems to produce anything tangible.
That was it….
And yet the most real individual I think I ever met.”
Circling the fire
Circling the perimeter in half dark
Golden eyes in shadow dark looking in
A wolf’s bark.
Flickering, orange of society’s fire
It is natural to turn toward the light
Few hands reach out to shadow
Yet lovely to stand in half dark looking in
At those clustered around the glow and witness so much love.
It is lonely also.
I have to wear a thicker coat.
(1995 note: Again I sit outside. The sun was shining, so I chose to leave the group and have left the others inside. They need it too!
I do need to exist in the half dark as it defines who we are. An edge of sorts.
I am a friend holding out my hand from the darkness, not to pull you in, but to encourage you to share your loving trust, wider. Always looking out for hands that dare to reach out from the fire. No wish to change perspective…just nice to know you are aware.)
The experience lies in layers of sound.
So loud that they don’t understand.
The experience lies in friends connecting
with ideas that will not let them be.
The experience lies in turning things over
protesting in dance, in mind wanders and questions,
and answers where the question should be.
The experience lies in stretching our limbs
And jumping and bounding for hours and hours
The experience lies in daring to do it
To do what someone somewhere is desperately trying to stop
The experience lies in loosing control
The control that gave rise to the experience.
Note: (The irony lies lies that after your police have smashed the equipment, rough handled and bruised us, it is all made so ugly that which had resonated with such honesty beauty.)