THE TRAMP 

I live wedged
Between a forest,
And a city,
A life spread thin along the cracks
That separate
One from the other.

Last night, I heard
The Forest moult,
In a searing, windless silence,
I pulled the smokey quilt
That warms the city
And buried my sleep in it.

A raw smile, that lit the sky
The pale tops of damp nude trees
A dawn washed by the mist,
Vapours of dreams wafted from the city,
I lift my arms and drift
Towards it.

(12th July 1993)

INSOMNIA

When the typewriter clicks
Mecavity creeps up the sill
His eyes glowing through
Glass and frames
Of a night windowed.
When the typewriter clicks
The wall-clock travels
On its hands
Noisless hours
Climbed and slid over,
Words like wafers
Crunched and shapeless,
Ceaselessly squished
Words like boulders
Immovably grooved
In ruts like cliches.
Street lamps reflect in
Mecavity's eyes
Watchman's whistle carried
Softly on a breeze
Coffee spilled
Over random paper
And dusty floor
Mecavity rises and clicks
As the typewriter leans
Out to touch another
Sleepless dawn.

(3rd April 1992)

Last At Night Eden 

Quiet is now,
The night is down
On her knees
Praying.
You and me on a pole star
Watch her bend,
Hair in the ocean,
Feet in the valleys,
Praying
To save you and me.
You and me rocking
On a yellow plate
Full of moonshine
Spilling ...
Rocking ...
And the night
Clasps her hand
Over the mountain ice
Praying for you and me.
You and me
Cold on wet grass,
Shivering pale shadows
The night is dying.

(26th Aug 1989)

SIC 

Hold my heart tonite
In your warm hands
That throb with life,
Hold and feel the freeze ..

Rock, rock, rock me in your
Arms tonight mama,
Sing me a lullabye.
Pat the beats back into my veins
Like long ago
When stars hung low
In the sky.

Touch those glassy eyes
Cracked in fear,
No ghost's out mama
They're all inside.

There's death creeping
On my lips
Like mildew on dead leaves,

Kiss me mama,
My dead mama ..

Your dry white lips,
Cold from the grave,
Climb the sky
To shed on me
More frozen light.

Hold my heart tonight
So brittle with the frost,
And squeeze,
To watch it crunch,
Let the splinters prick
Your palms,
Could be you'll feel my hurt
And know that I'd died!

(Jan 22nd 1990)

 HOURS

There's a child,
That swings at the end of a rainbow
Ticking time like a pendulum.
His feet scrapes the sands of History ..
His silent laughter,
Tucked into the voice of birds at dawn.
Awake all night ..
He waits for the rains to let him down.

(9th March 1993)