
Sadly she said
there is nothing
more I wish
to know
satiated saturated shaken
bloated
adulation idolatry
her unmarked forehead

Book meant to read
a day last week
arrives late tomorrow
all words undercover
hope themes wait discover
future fields
step encore.

I met a girl singer
she had a good smile
an elevator repertoire
we sat strumming
the veranda
singing hymns
peeling oranges
making
plans

I will go
to Eire then
a long walk shall I take
with broken shoe
I’ll search
for you
oh street bard minstrel
singing hearts
away
Years later
you staggered again
I showed you my cloud
you laughed

bewildered
disbelieving
i had that much
so little
to say
Granted:
One hour
Freedom for you
Uncensored
Unlimited
You are untouchable
Caution:
Memory is long
Consequences interminable.

All I am
air between trees
riff before Windsong
arc beneath rainbow
transposition of keys
footprints in snow
illusion of Dreams

Hundreds come
attempting capture
a moment elusive
at centre he
alone stands
hands together
contemplating flame
eyes his camera
I dreamed last night
of flying
advancing
over clouds
a passenger
directed
but it was I
alone
there in the pilot’s seat
in full flight
control
Nightmare or reverie
Barbarians or Gentle Keepers
diligently plucking skin
from ancestor bones
bagging for
transport
carrying
Home
Pencil on paper. Images arise. Message received.