Monday, 29 August 2011

Dance Floor


Again I'm giving away


Pushed by the beat of living


The life I won't stop


Soft gliders on my skin


Feel like glass paper


Hurt is only when hurt


Is on me


I take it off


Maelstrom in and around


Held solid, liquid sharp


Young but no, no


I cash in for lessons


Tongues of light cut


But if I fall into


Their rhythm


My partner is shiny


Or I could kick out


Before they cut me


I am losing


Seam free and hungry


A colour sensation


The floor told a lie


I am a statue, not moving


Still for an encore


I am thistle down rising


Lighter than air.



2011




Respect for the Night


Before I had respect for the night


I'd watch the band


Sometimes until


Their amplifiers caught fire


Not daring to tell anyone


About the sparks and smoke


I didn't want the dream to end.



2011




Monday, 22 August 2011

Night Scent


Ivory bugles


Whisper to me


Through the dark


Perfume on their breath


You are safe


And we'll live for a season


And sway out of bravery


Under the wailing sky.



2011




Tuesday, 2 August 2011

Ring Return


I heard requiem mass down the telephone line. She's laughing. The Eiffel Tower is down, a toy on elastic. Because I laugh they harmonise. No, not you as well. Tighten the valve. I left that message, the rude one, I'm sorry, yes. If I could have her, she's alluring in my mirror, this morning, that woman here with me. I left early, gave someone a teaser, pass it on. My opinion is. High street satin, full blown hot house exotic at the intersection, new every time. Let go, no they're my reins, he gave them to me to look after. Look after me, backwards day, a toy on elastic. Lasso the whip. Lips to the mouth, drink a quart of fat, the glass neck. Risen from her gut, wishes rising. You have an heirloom, discordant blood, sheet music and a woman's name. I will use it sometime. But did you know it would be the girders that smear their colours across the strings? I wasn't really scared of you. Thank you. My feet want weight, but not here. The glass was slippery. I heard its noise stop, out of the pavement, no one will notice. In hiding I nurse it, kiss it, herself anoint, the edges, gently. Fire. Repulse. I don't feel every day. Her timetable was measured, a square has four sides, like an hour if you mix in some oil, lock the door, open the windows wide. You hear the traffic, it's the best thing. Safe house, I saved for it. Break. Dough churning, old fermenting. An ambition, an ambition for me. Air cushion soles don't bend, just bounce. I know, I'll go out. In her gymslip, or uniform, field camouflage on the flyover, over the gasworks. Look at me, rubber shaving the curb. Missed me, he missed me. Machine still pumping. Look where you're going. She's laughing again. I'm going, turn around, with you to the gymnasium. In school day socks. I never could jump over that bar, lift it for me, I wear gloves all the time now, Forget-Me-Nots in my in my palm, I mustn't drop them. If that's it, I've got this ring to trail. I could be ready for the next train. Tonight a night box. Her story. Returning. Pretty, pretty carousel.



2011