night swim-

palms rustle
big bear dog breaths
darkness falls
wind sighs in the eves

water ripples
dancing green pool light
evening exhales
damp soft in the night

summer evening
calms hot airless day
wouldn't you hope
life was always this way?

may I have this dance-

There's music at the edges of my hearing
it rattles, rolls and frolics in my brain
its wistful waltz and jazzy jitterbug
reach out to sweep-and-sway a taunting strain

There's singing at the edges of my hearing
and it bounces out it's babbling refrain
it curls my lips and it swings my hips
It twinkles in the air, a lovely stain

There's a party at the edges of my hearing
an effervescent, gorgeous, twisted mess
there's happy jeers and joyful tears
and cocktails dripped on every party-dress

There's happiness at the edges of my hearing
it's a tingle and twitter in my breast
it's the beating of each heart waiting for the band to start
it's the resting of her head apon his chest

road rage-

Note: language warning- if you don't like it, skip by it. :) 


-sadly inspired by some anger and colourful language that I witnessed on the road today...
I suggest you turn your licence in before someone gets hurt.

horn blower
flame thrower
mindless-menace-mad

'c*ck sucker!'
'mutha fu*ka!'
your aggression makes me sad

waving fist
and angry gist
why waste your time this way?

Maybe smile?
breath out awhile...
you'll have a better day

paperclip-

I'll be your paper clip
I'll help you get a grip
on all the things that tingle, gripe and itch

I'll be your post-it note
I'll help you keep a tote
of all those stupid, nagging bits of kitsch

I'll be your fil-o-fax
I'll help you to keep track
of every little tick that makes you twitch

I'll be your shopping list
and help you shake your fist
at all those things that make your life a bitch

I'll be your envelope
I'll help your grab and grope
for all those things you want to hide away

I'll be your sticky-tape
I'll help you mould and shape
the stuff that needs securing in the fray

I'll be your a-z
of everything you want to be
the list that keeps you glued and helps you stay

I'll be your paper shredder
we'll destroy the evidence together
I understand the games we have to play

together-

When the average becomes extraordinary
when water carries light
when the air tastes full of sweetness
and you feel the vision in your sight

when your touch becomes a moment
frozen, spinning, caught in time
when your kisses cloud around me
when your smile becomes a shine

when your laugh becomes eternity
when your hands are my life-line
when we breath the world in unison
and you tell me that you're mine

when we stay as one togetherness
despite how far we've come apart
when you touch me without reaching
that is when you have my heart

tracks-

Standing beneath the train
who knows who sees us
who knows who watches
out the window

Walking by the tracks
who knows who spies us
who knows who eyes us
about their day

you can never be
wholly alone in this city of eyes
this city of spies
you can never be unwatched

As the train rattles past
you might ask
who is watching
who has seen you

barnacle-

I swear I heard them chatter
I swear I saw them breath
I swear I saw them toss their beards
and turn their faces to the seas

But pippies and muscles and barnacle shells
don't chatter or preen or fuss
they just cling for their life to stay out of strife
on the pylon to which they are trussed

The wood rots away around them
the sun splays salt-crusts on their shells
and I imagine they chatter
as they cling for dear life in the swell.

Tides recede and strand them
blinking-glossy in the heat
and they become a spectacle
for the the thudding of tiny feet

They close their shells tightly to keep out the wind  
and the prying of wet little hands
for once they are loosened they'll be tossed away
like so many shells on the sand

Hold on little men- cling tightly!
Hold on little men- be strong!
Hold on little shells full of salty brine!
The sea will collect before long!

For now, you bake in the sunshine
clinging to the rocks
Pippies and muscles preening their beards,
for the corals in pearl party-frocks!