I just don’t care
who you follow
the stuff that you say
and what you think
that you know
I’ve driven
the traffic hectic
from way down below
And I’ve heard
the gentle whisper
that roared
through my very soul
Tag: Poetry
Shades of Junk
Junk in school
Junk on the street
Junk is lurking
every place
that people meet
There’s nowhere safe
Can you stand the heat?
Best be cool
and fast on your feet
Junk that cheats
and is hard to beat
No Exits ~ Exist On
NO EXITS ~ EXIST ON
In the car park
of a stark oblivion
best leave
your engine running
Don’t phone it home
all on your own
If you’ve got the app
of a beating heart
with an overflowing cup
don’t text it to the exit
Within the recreation
of divine sublime trust
Sexit up …
if you really must
Ever since creation
Viva la différenciation
Just don’t let
your love rust
and turn into dust
when life is a bust
The Doors of Deception
Six long weeks
roaming the dry crust
of a sun burnt wilderness.
Nothing but rocks and red dust,
The hot desert winds
that flay the skin
… now murmuring,
with words broken
of souls lost and forsaken.
Best I finally surrender
upon this alien terrain
the haunted trauma
of a time I’ve tried in vain
. . . to never remember.
From the Tate
On the banks of the Thames,
beyond the doors of the Tate,
seen through the haze
of a London heatwave,
the Post-Modernist of Fate
painting it all black.
Trying hard to forget
the brushstrokes of regret.
The Hawaiian Motel
I was staying at
the Surfer’s Paradise
Hawaiian Motel
a Wild Turkey in hand
defrosting
in a monastery cell
when the news broke
… the King of Rock
had just fell
He could Rhythm & Blues
He could Rock and Country
from the Heartbreak Hotel
And Gospel
all the way
to the Edge of Reality
Heaven’s pearly gates
now blown to hell
Mosquitoes and neon buzzing
as the ‘No Vacancy’ sign
flickers on
at the Surfer’s Paradise
Hawaiian motel
Change … Unchained
The good, the bad,
the beautiful, and the ugly,
in the broken mirror of time
all staring back at me.
When Planet Earth
was first given birth,
a world of wonder and beauty,
it was good.
Could be. Should be.
The Spirit challenges me
. . . “CHANGE”.
