The two of spades

My wife playing solitaire in bed

has lost the two of spades

it might be in the bed

I could be sleeping

with the two of spades

my mind in turmoil

sees the collision of stars

the collapse of buildings

the two of spades

how can I sleep

The fence post

I caught a fence post

giving me a dirty look

this morning

I didn’t know what to think

I suspect he’s telling stories

about me to the other posts

none of them are true

I might have to reconsider

my relationship with fences

who can you trust

Grasping the cherry

Grasping the cherry

in the bowl with your teeth

did you win the cherry

or the bowl

is the prize for the purpose

or pursuit

are you the catcher

or the caught

when you reach the place

that you always longed to go

are you the target or the taught

Endless night

I have a love hate relationship

with the night

sometimes my body is soothed

and nourished

in the soft quiet darkness

other times it trembles and shakes

and reaches out for something

that must be ever disappearing

over the hill into the future

where is the heat and light

and comfort

in this endless night

The dream again

Light flows down

from the where house pole

like a glowing solid

silver waterfall

against the black night sky

in the blink of time

I fly through the grasping

hands of fear

there seems no escape

as I reach higher and higher

for the rest and safety

of the always waiting branch

in the tree of love

More than enough

When I have the urge

to express myself to you

in three words

you need not speak

it is enough that you

accept my love

as earth needs water

and water needs air

it is more than enough

Moving

Breathing in and out

walls flow back and forth

form curves and squares

long and short

colours change bright sunlight

to soft sadness

dreams move

in the breath of time

painfully slow racing fast

I long to wrap those walls

around me like a blanket

and be at home

What fun

From the land of short breaths
come the long legged people 
laughing with eyes closed
they slide down the slippery shutes
of their green lives
till at the twisting bottom they sail off 
into the foaming white waters of forget
couldn’t be happier
couldn’t be sadder
can’t wait to do it all again
what fun

Waking up dead

If you wake up in the morning

Dead

sometimes you can trick your body

into thinking it’s still alive

get up move around

light a fire in the wood stove

put the kettle on for coffee

you might fool it

if you make the coffee strong enough

you might even convince yourself

you’re still alive

it’s worth a try