#Poem Played-out Mania

Quiet here
Played-out mania
Boot-prints in the snow
Done all my missing

~ thrown down with ache
threw it up
split my guts
rerun rain-drenched streets
alley rats, old stuff
things tried before
always a mess ~

You keep time
head-full figments, love songs
I don’t even know if you believe
I hate myself with someone else

#Poem Return

Slap face-down in puddle,
spitting out spilled well-water,
brown ground-swell,
sputters of storm-drains,
cold finger-skeletons crack and jab,
scalpels twist in knuckles,
tendons burn like dry-ice.

I follow what threads I can -
like hair-ball, fur-ball, a shower’s
blocked plug-hole – loose ends,
knotted, plaited…

I came back here -
all I found was childish folly.

#Poem Some touching lovestone

Some touching lovestone
has moved the surface again
but you know it’s not for you -
the echoes play around the bars of your cage

Quarantined for your own good
we’ve seen you, on visits
and we know what you will do
long before it’s ever occurred to you to do it

The door will not open -
you can dream of passing through
but you will get hungry
wake up

Almost like phantoms now
the shapes that move within someone else’s movie
they linger and pass
and night folds in to fill their space

You click click the television
but you know these stories so well
you expect royalties

Another chunk of sleeptime draws near
but your straw bed
is not your friend

#Poem Wide Open Spaces

The egg-timer
in your bedsit
grain by grain

You and me
on Porth Mawr
the beach
touched by ocean
stopwatching the waves

In my heart
I do not have
to not waste paper
when I write to you
from Big Sky
down to pinpoint
then out to circle
the equator

#Poem Homecoming

After the earth
the manic scent of summer’s bustle.
After the silence
the enchanting songs, promising.
After ruggedness
the sensuous touch of city madness.

I’m still alone,
but it’s good to hold you.

How come my thoughts flittered
in-sync with that common blue