wish

As if by chance a wish appears,

The dance of promise and relief

For those who pay their way and wait

In solitude for years, and brief

It floats from fingers tightly sewn

And swift with absent thought is blown.

A Day in the Sun

The wolves are given a day in the sun

They smell blood and egg the other on:

Circumstance or masquerade

Bound to emerge or stay safe in shade?

Ojectified

Lips stuck.  Stopped. 

Set in stony eyes. 

What was it to arrive,

set out, be still,

Speak up and thrive?

The question settled

Itself and she smiled.

Now that we know what we’ve always known

And hear what we always heard

And see what we always saw,

Can we stand where we always stood?

Cover

Learn how to occupy less space.

Gorge on oil rich pickings, well traveled.

Or devour glossy puss forking Pandora’s bowl of junk

Smile, you’re on rented time and place.

The glitterati and the shitterati

Man’s inhumanity to man

Framed in the gallery

Slammed in the back.
The inhumanity of wealth

The inhumanity of hunger

Staring at each other across a marble floor of indifference, where

For now, we walk in awe.  

There is such noise

there is such noise in the world

and much silence 

inside those lonely minds

hush

say it’s alright 

i see what she sees

hear what he hears

say what they say

but sometimes, often,

there’s no need

anyway.

Homo sapien’s last gasp

This is homo sapien’s last gasp

Upfront it leads the pack

Doesn’t care for

These new identities

All this adaptability

Homo sapien doesn’t

Recognise change

Or its own evolution

It’s lost and afraid

Grasps on to its status rock. 

Lashes out

Rattles

Its own offspring

God knows

This is no revolution

This is homo sapien’s exit

A thousand generations crash

Into their own past

Witness the birth

Of its children’s child

Defined by its survival

And its parents’ inability

To recognise

We’re two different species

Fear and hope

Walking upright, forwards

Along this tightrope.

Rose garden

This rose garden is an aberration of nature,

So much beauty for one acre,

But there are spaces where we come and go and make repair.

Some people fear revolution,

They forget or never felt the hunger that came before,

Here we remember what blooms when everything’s blunt and bare.

Silence is political

Silent mass

Inside heads is agony

Why are they

So discontented. 

So loud and angry.

And making the quietly

Contented feel something

Anything.  Writhing

Inside heads

Must be agony.  The listening

Rapid defence silent anger.