We all cried out With our spiral perms Bouncing in disco blue light
How I know?.. Walking longing on leash Through swathes of native grassland Hoping against all hope To find a glimmer of flower More delicious than weed
Rolling in bed with heartburn Late into night and early morn Standing in the kitchen alone with thoughts Salvaging burnt toast again
.. if this is really love
Listening to songs of mourn Tributes to ache across eons On repeat
Wonder where the strength Is found within As time goes on Their pulse overtakes mine Face more alluring Lines soften and fade Walls fall Clothes line the floor No turning around Or so I've found
Beauty of holding Breath expelled Quick succession Balloon fills its girth Hearts beat like hooves On cup day Tension mounts Truth like a pin prick Bursts as flaccid pieces Fall gently at four feet Questions at ease Posed so handsomely Hold hands and jump Into a sea of soliloquy Knowing who one wants to be Wayfaring strangers are we
I could be your one and only Strength for the mission Cure for the lonely I would find treasured tales Buried in our morning tide
One day these pages will open up Labyrinthine stairwell Overseen by rock cathedral Passing strangers alight its halls
Will you dance with them till midnight? Or lie with them till noon? Breaths measured by the waves lapping Under gentle moon
I too, long to relish life For years of back breaking toil Nigh on broke my spirit So bond with me, lover, friend Though plea not to be loyal to all others Forsooth, my heart's not in it.
A dandelion Much despised Hardy flower For every dig Sows more seed Until it spreads Its reedy feet All over neighbours' Fallow field A tincture tea To pep the heart Set flight in spring A work of art As little copters Spin on breeze To plant ungovernable Bright young weed
A skein of yarn Can simply not run free If tugged or pulled Will surely wrap In tangled knots of weeks Gently lift Like pick up sticks To unwind tenderly All to work it Round about To clothe Bitter westerly
Count the stars of heaven 