Let me be the furry friend
That shares the end of bed
Or maybe shiny shell
Old fossil on your shelf
A favoured recipe
All smudged and stained with beer
Or how 'bout a deciduous bush
That flowers a month a year
A portrait of a woman
Whose eyes stare far beyond
A tarnished penny on the sill
You plucked from Nan's old pond
Whatever dear, I beg of you
I'd rather be a thing
Than considered a potential
Love, nigh despised by all who hear.
The morning is mine
Tuck in divine
Roll up sunrise blind
Unfurl, tip toe hushed
Eyes wide in the dark
Story teller roused
To depths of mind
Remnants of life drift
Catch dreams in flight
Pondering path laid out
By wakening of daylight
Jolt by time's persistence
All resistance falls to floor
Don fresh attire
A new chance awaits
Opportunity born
How one so accustomed
To heartbreak
Could mend and bend mine
Cure-all in one
Placebo the other
Pick which hand?
A limerant and her lover
Knows deep down
The match may cause to suffer, though
Much less than the world has shown
For standing on the brink of despair
A hard fall lies beneath
It might as well be love
That sweeps you off your feet
For on this feeling you'll soar
Find new paths to explore
Confusion sets in when alone on the moors
Looking back, you always were
And so it aches
In the body
In the belly
In its waves
Of the brain
Rejection queued like
Physical pain
Betrayal by past lovers
All hung on this nail
Never a vow passed
Between these lips of ours
Why they curl with grief
Too close to hate
High stakes she claims
Quiet corner
Gravelly throat of river
Intimate audience
Gulls, cormorants
Bathers bake
Swish of waves syncopate
Gently touching
Fronds of iridescent
Sea grass vagrants
Soaking in sun
Lament time is done
Rock pools sip sea
Shimmy on gentle
Puff on breeze
One eyed Jim
Sails up river
Engine thrum
Echoes and undertones
Bass beat drum
Low tide blues
Turquoise and aqua
Clear lucid pools
Toddler fish train
For open water
One day soon
Heavy is the night
Lays shadows on my walls
Deep dark holes across the floor
Captured all that's gone before
Thoughts climb up and out
To alight upon the morn
Steady is the hand
To carve a quiver to a quill
Dip its nib into the will
Paint pictures with words
While the mind is sharp and still
For prowl the hour of the wolf
All that is gone is done
All that is left is spent
Thoughts like pennies drop
Into a stream of consciousness
Slumber returns as if she never left
There's only a sandbar
Between shallow salty feet
The big wide deep
There's only a weekend
Between work weeks
But a sliver of time
Between ok and not quite
I send along my proxy
My happiest self
To see you
While the rest of me
Self-soothes with music
Curled in the car
By the park
Oft times truly startling
Sitting in urban chic window
Scouring faces for reminiscing
Begone eras of small city life
Flash before my eyes.
Still, side by side
Caught a glimpse of spectacles nestled
Perusing the menu
Curls dapple the light
Listening to mouth and eyes, stout and wine
Slowly, savouring
Drinking them in
While presence is bestowed
Upon mine
Giggle
Appear older, naive
Ask of other's realities
Deny one's own
Speak well of all authority
Dwell in the home
Wear brown, baggy clothing
No colour or lipstick
Kiss your mother goodbye
Hug anyone who asks for it
Do not resist the crowd
Silence a quiet scream
Obedience a vow
Our eyes met over raised beer glass
Through colonial window framed
One street away your smile dances across your face
Leaning against concrete pillar
Alone, yet surrounded
By family and loved ones and theirs
I took my place standing still
Leaning against cold stone wall
Looking at you looking at them
The liminal space
Between my life and yours
So comfortable I've become
Looking at you looking at them
A whole hoard of strange faces
Lining up behind me
One by one
A metaphor for why you flew away
My family stand behind the stone wall silence with me
Invisible to all who call you Home
The back of your head and shoulders
Is all I see of the show
Your reactions much better entertainment
Your laugh like a chorus of music
Drowned out by decibels of crowd
Vocal sound recorded on cerebral vinyl
Memories played by fine needle
In daydream's living room
The place we inhabit
All along with words said
That never materialised
Fine dust that crackles
In the rare groove of 2021
Smash hit of 'us'
No amplifier
Count the stars of heaven 