Reality Byte

 

                                i had a dream last night

                                in it

                                two women

 

                                one long dead

                                the other

                                long gone

 

                                were fighting

                                and i

                                was the prize

 

                                it goes to show

                                that the superego

                                has a sense of humour

                                to enter my dreams

                                and make of me

                                a prize

                                to be fought for

 

                                but morning came

                                and the harsh

                                early light

                                hit me full in the face

                                and dragged me

                                reluctantly

                                into a new day

                                the same

                                as all the rest

 

 

 

 

                       The Mountain, Malcolm, and Me

 

                       Stark and serious against

                       the blue sky it

                       casts a long shadow,

                       this mountain.

 

                       It looks

                       benign if not benelovent.

 

                       But deep inside

                       the fury waits.

 

                       I know now why Lowry drank and

                       finally ran.

 

                       I too live under a volcano

                       and I too must be numb

                       to make the waiting bearable.

 

                       Some men are born

                       in the shadow

                       of a volcano,

                       we learn to like it

                       or, like Lowry, we run

                       the fury

                       fast behind.

 

 

 

              Harwood Morning

 

               a new day

               an old disease

               a silver spoon

               beside my bed

               an empty telephone

               i said something

               in the safety of the night

               and once again

               she's gone

 

 

                  Citysailor

 

   over the factories and

   beneath the bridge the

   sky is burning     red sky

   hanging there

   like yesterday's kill

   on hooks

 

   redsky

 

   in the morning

 

 

 

                Untitled

 

        back to the void

        wind in my face

        plunging to the sea

 

        coasting

 

        looking for

        a warm spot

        between the waves

 

 

 

                   For Nadine

 

              Bag packed,

              eyes dry,

              goodbye,

              goodbye...

 

              I loved you all the way

              there

              and back again.

 

              I have a past,

              to warm me

              on the road,

              feed me

              when I'm cold.

 

              I have a past,

              to love me when

              I'm lonely.

            

              I have a past.

 

              It is...

              gentle fingers

              on my skin,

              a smile,

              a touch,

              a loving look and

              brown eyes burning

              into blue.

 

 

                  Time, and Again

 

            once more

            a familiar warmth

            seduces me

            and the rain

            caresses me

            touches me

            with it's long fingers

            reninds me

            of other times

            times when I was sure

            just why the rain

            falls