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
Faces
Walking to the bus stop
this morning
I passed a man
without a face
he must have forgot
to put it on
maybe he’ll go back
and get it later
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
daninmaya 