The Bad

Yeah Paddy’s Day is on its way
The time when alcoholics come out to play
Wear your green with pride they say
But I often hang my head with shame
on this supposedly great day
For every Paddy, Mick and Dick
Will be out acting the tick
A night on the town
Will only get me down
As people, their sorrows, they attempt to drown

The Good

poetics of space, opacity of breath
placement of words, stepping stones
subtle pause, falter –or go on-
gaseous syllables left unformed
cosmic birthing of the stars
richness of the not yet said
deeper than the newly born
ears, sound struck , open to the sun
music , note expectant, waits -
harp’s crested gorgeousness,
voluptuously flowers, enfolded,

silence pulses in my tongue

The forests round the mountain side
are shades where many creatures hide
and slink through lowly growing leaves
as though the forest sighs and heaves
with life and sentience of its own.            5
The newly planted wood had grown
into a haven queer of sort
where natures creatures held their court.
The fluttering birds in chorus sang,
and rattling branches, squirrels rang            10
and ravens raised their calling din
as Inve, hunting, trod within

The legends told by kings in court
are of the greatly varied sort.
Long tales of unrequitted love,
or stories from the world above.
Of wizards wise and witches vain        5
and cursed lords with iron reign.
Most of these tales do have some truth
from most fantastic to uncouth
yet of the legends ever told
one still remains that grows not old.        10

There once had lived a dreadful queen
whose beauty never shall be seen
if all the west were e'er unmade

Worship the scaffolder he has an art
It is a skill that sets him apart
The construction of a safe platform
From which to engineer building reform
Every job has got it's worth
Even dealing with rubble and dirt
Providing major industry
For constructions till eternity
Solid build, eighteenth century
lasted longer than you or me
And don't forget the builders bum
The wolf whistle whilst he has his fun
Tiling your roof and grouting your ceiling
Making the room so white and appealing

I think I saw you last night,
in the far distant shadow of my dreams …

you were screaming,
perhaps I couldn’t hear clearly,
was it my name
as you traversed over my bodily carpet
unknowingly fast you paced
and trampled me …

oh what a beauty
you could be someone shouted

darling it’s not he, tis me
and
you ran back into the shell
as I could imagine
but now twas hell …

all dunky dory
heaven and hell
rang bells of glory,
not for thee
but me…

‘40’s Swing !

Get down and
let’s boogey to the swing
that does that special “ thing”:
slide ,turn and glide
across the floor
let your body free
jump to the drum beat
girate, bump and grind
Oh, my!
Shake your booty
show me what you got
Ouch !
your mamma and papa did no wrong!!
There ain’t no maybe, baby
Pull back the rugs
Play that 40s song
And let’s dance

I have no music stand
to remind me
of the music
you used to play
Its shaft end
too remembered
to be comfortable

So skilled with your
instrumental phallus
so many notes
so many times
I bowed my head
and adored
adored
the senses
of your masterpiece

I could be transported
to touch temporal perfection
I was often laid open
to experimental notes
on frenzied flesh

dream awake
the doorframe waits
smudged with drifts
collisions in passage
rudderless

a lamp burns
and a fossil television
eye beams

scrapes and bruises
bumps and cuts
while a cold fuscia
morning crouches
at the window

The steam ghosts
rising from gas vent
populations
across tar and brick

"my debt is thick"

glitter stare like trinket
bottles and coffee table
scene stained touch

Saying good-bye to a friend
can sometimes seem unfair,

one tries to express things
showing they really care.

So I’m tackling this task
even though it’s quite rough,

I won’t say, “good-bye”
but, I wish you enough.

I wish you enough sunlight
to lessen your pain,

and to enjoy the sun’s grace
I wish you enough rain;

I wish you enough happiness
so you’ll enjoy every mile,

with just enough sadness
to appreciate a smile;

to satisfy your “wants”
I wish you enough “gain”,