Opposite Passenger

The light of day passes behind,

or night moon arrives in front.

Both the same too in exact moments,

for someone else, somewhere,

being observed.

Heading for morning or evening,

leaving, arriving, refracting,

the seconds between spaces

and the moments in moments.

Where are you now? less and as much

as you were. Only this act lets my

mind run through you.

To be left as unsaid now, all that I

could not know then.

Congeal

10.33 Marylebone

Cut me and memories

flow like blood,

time takes them for herself

hating memory's usurpation.

I congeal at the ticket counter.

Morning Commute

A collection of words, working through ideas of loss and the real beyond the senses, all works in progress as thoughts rather than technical acuity but a representation of present moods 2011. The idea of a mood represented as unexplainable nature makes framing it within structures a block to thought so I am trying to pour out words as feelings not elements or structural tags that will ultimately harm the thought. Thoughts are not sentences or structures they are neurons firing at light speed, I want to somehow find a way of expressing that whilst also communicating a sense of something, which can only be done through a common agreement of narrative structure traditionally. I want to blur the boundary between thoughts and narrative threads and walk the finest line between making universal sense whilst also conveying the uniqueness of each individual thought. I come with my memories and experience of the world which being human will have a shared fabric but I want my words to be the finest of threads. This may not be within my power but I would seek to write only this way, for other ways seem to lose their essence once recognisable narrative dominates how we write down our internal moods and feelings.

Morning Commute

A designated point

of stopping or starting.

Pulls up, first. D-i-s-e-m-b-ark

and then in, in, in...

THAT constant flowing on,

pouring like sweat,

over, your own tunnel broken

twist of self reflection.

Stare out! Chien Andalou

Slits this surreal indifferent land.

Hear also the death of life

unclothed. LOUD, raw,

palette knife sense

scraping the lie, green.

Tree

Dear tree,

you give up your leaves,

as I do tears.

A brittle falling...

In the autumn of our thoughts.

We bear witness, by so doing,

to slow endings.

But may I say

and only as a friend.

Bequeath not your branches,

to winters moon.

Or stand as cold silent testament,

to a previous beauty.

Think only of spring's sparkle

that distant dazzle in the harsh

wind of now.

Let others gather the dead of before.

For I know loss as you.

And we shall know love again,

and it will arrive in the fine

greenery of another day.

Now We Are

Now we are friends;
but in your past and my past
friends have passed.
Time is always taking us somewhere.
Somewhere friends are laughing.
Somewhere friends are crying.

Now we are lovers;
but in your past and my past
lovers have passed.
Time is always taking us somewhere.
Somewhere lovers are dreaming.
Somewhere lovers are grieving.

Now we are talking;
but in your past and my past
the talking has passed.
Time is always taking us somewhere.
Somewhere conversations are starting.
Somewhere conversations are ending.

Now we are evenings;
but in your past and my past
evenings have passed.
Time is always taking us somewhere.
Somewhere evenings are coming.
Somewhere evenings are going.

Now we are poets;
but in your past and my past
poetry has passed.
Time is always taking us somewhere.
Somewhere poems are kindling.
Somewhere poems are burning.

Time is so silent and imperceptible,
in its flowing from here to there.
Only now in this writing
can I say I see this coming.

Yet always believe in something else.

Gentle

To be gentle;

To smile at beauty.

To feel something.

To leave undisturbed.

To allow the tides,

To turn your thoughts.

To be gentle.

New Year

Cut the diamond cold;
of this New Year's night.
With fire tipped spears
of celebrations light.
Set the past in heaven's starry crown.
And dress this new day,
in wonder's golden gown.