I'm just a soul, hooked on magic & poetry sandwiches. My words are fools, dancing as they flirt with the life you give them... & then there's the naughty stuff that wakes me in the middle of the night... one day all that cheese'll kill me.
She waited faithless for the end of life last chocolate lonely destiny ordained like melting ice lost in sadness as the days swirled by in a humdrum haze of chores before her slow walk to the store then the window's cruel boredom aimlessly counting passers by forgetting how to form a smile until the last of the light wrought sleep bringing respite for tears inside all hope hushed from dreams drowned in the dust of long ago when the weeds began to grow her poison of tomorrow as certain as emptied time
Was it the first line at the beach when love frescoed moon and shadow the fine white sand tickled foolishness gave us hopes bewitched by an ache of stars I could undress you now more than perfectly in my head stroke your arms and legs kiss your ears brush away imaginary grains make you pour from this old black Olivetti its clack of memories blazed over surf every thought a sigh every heartbreak line parrying the years but then I'd still be just some fish dredged up stupid ...
The past is a butterfly fading in dreams waiting to settle on the dust in your heart while the wings of another day dazzle with silence and bow to a glimpse of your might have beens No use stirring the guilt in your tea until the whites of your eyes turn greener than corn in the rain If you'd known better you would have done better but that chance won't come again For even a butterfly knows what's done is done and lost forever and it's much too late to change
Save for you poor dearest 'tis true I dwelt alone courting only vain distraction as you followed through these woods to gather what we might and raise our simple soup
But yet I recognized no truth when my accusers claimed of late I'd grown the fur and claw of witch a slur to rival such sage darkness of your own and taint my heart with shadow so even your fine whiskers preened to keenly know the truth
Sad curdled cream to conjure poison from spiteful...
She said she loved my metaphors so I'm working on five more I'd like to have them ready to brandish them like claws She may cry Cinderella when my words rip off her drawers but a silken tongue come midnight can lick a thousand wars When my phrases have gone stellar and the mountains are explored I'll call on pinky Percival to step up for applause
Moonlight kindly through the trees in a tremble of whisper her footsteps lead darkening down the path to the sea where white stones shimmer and breakers heave Quickly now to the tide's embrace a tickle of toes for a tearful face Under cruel cliff's sigh by rockpool's gleam their fate was never what she dreamed Wading out her back to the land from life's despairing outstretched hand to his coldest kiss with the longest sleep and lost love waiting in...
We came alone we go alone our bodies are but flesh and bone though spirits soar on high the things of scant importance are the things we leave behind Yet at times I wonder if a whiskey bottle's up there waiting in the sky a girl or two a naughty puff a newborn baby's cry the finer things pure wedding rings old films that made us sigh and all the trappings of a life we dearly love and cherish those timeless starstruck memories let's hope that they don't perish
Wake me when the sky is dark and moonlight's wither stunts roses bloom Take me with your heart out into the night where creatures shriek and the raven swoons Lead me from the dust of an empty grave to sate the lust that feeds my crave Carry me with you always that I may rise and leave this tomb for I have slept too long in the darkened gloom spurned lonely wasted lifetimes poor starveling without you
I dreamed I had a poet wife to tidy up my thinking She'd wash my word socks every night and stop my phrases stinking We'd roam the pages of our lives make memories together and before our ink was barely dry we both knew it was clever Now here's the thing I like the most while we scribble in a fever even when she burns my toast I know I'll never leave her And joy of joys the day arrived she proved I was a man presenting me with ecstasy our couplets in a pram
I'll try one more time to fetch where the dreams hide parting the mist unveiling peace beyond this muddled life But broken wings write broken lines and the heart's blood knows my faithless stare's a mirror for the dust I'm bound to find Watching waves and shoreline surrender where the wind spites agonies through a gull's cold eye they jumped but I cannot I was always the last in line