Tuesday, 22 January 2019

Carl

She knows what I mean, knowing how I roam, stone faced to the deal, she's cool but burns with rage, when I atone, always opens the gate, this isn't my scene, journey's nerves are blown, long past where I've been, it's useless to hesitate, knife’s now on the bone, I'm always too late, never safe to heed, the mess of what I'm doing, no one hears me plead, wave goodbye to taste, she's left me all alone, my turn now to wait, I wonder how it seems, will she hear me groan, make me take the heat, wonder where she's gone?

Monday, 21 January 2019

Fiona Three

From her white garden seat, she carries a load, secrets spread like poppy seed, stuff you keep, ravaged by lipstick or Cologne, she whispers her feelings, others call trick or treat, she surrenders perfume soaked, to drink her whisky neat, living by a swollen creek, the bible has a hold, this grandma rolls her sleeves, a rifle next to the sheets, she's no rolling stone, no better cure than ease, won't bathe in love's defeat, isolate but still at home, little time for feasts, she measures the string beans, there are no public telephones, down fields of blue wheat, she's not alone.

Fiona two

I'm not a fool at dawn, to say anything like that, my eyes aver without scorn, I want to be at sea, on a wooden raft, there's still time to dream, summon ancient form, from our little mat, sail into a perfect calm, I want to speak clearly, not roar like a big cat, say this is not some scheme, I'm torn, living life on the flat, my life isn't done, can I play the sweep, adjust my Ray Bans, dance before tea, gallop through a field of corn, would you like that I ask, move like never born, wouldn’t that be a gas?

Sunday, 20 January 2019

Fiona

Don't Forget you're better, than those little kids, even if they stick together, they come down here for booze, kissing their fingertips, as if there's more good news, love is not forever, where you laugh and skip, time at all or never, throw off the Tuesday Blues, roll around your hips, it's the time for truth, nothing beats duress, giving liars the slip, grabbing hope at its crest, who needs a little dress, lipstick on your lips, Juke Box at your request, would you be lesser, if you stood there stripped, binned all the letters, wise in what you miss?

Saturday, 19 January 2019

ChrissieFour

Who can speak of empathy, sitting on a wall, a neighbour of the sea, see her eyes come awake, they dance on thorns, she reads me and fakes, each day of being happy, it's echoed in my calls, un absencia of feeling, who wants to stake, a life of being torn, so I hesitate, someone asks me, a penny for your thoughts, and what about infidelity, so useless really, being a liar adrift forlorn, within this season, shivering here in the lee, shudder if i'm caught, this is not me, wondering if I'm born.

Thursday, 17 January 2019

Chrissie Three

What dreams do we keep, they ask us the ghosts, sat at bars or seats, leave us alone thank you, our faces might need soap, but we've heard the news, we are not at ease, have thrown away the ropes, just let us be, do what we say we'd do, bones as strong as stones, no need for your views, a ticket for the Sea, carries tiny wings of hope, hanging on the breeze, don't ask how we sleep, or even what we know, as ships or docksides leap, set ourselves free, take freight trains home, laugh at our belief, we can keep it going

Chrissietwo

You face the zone, somewhere far from ecstasy, tells me all I know, steeped away in time, the daily political commentary, your life combines with mine, your neck smooth as chrome, when the torso pulls free, help me test your bones, on Sunday's drink wine, and you my lover freeze, love in this turbulent clime, take life's fine tooth comb, dance like a honey bee, not the smell of scorn, or a house down the line, the bottom of the cone, laughter's not a crime, as our bodies list and groan, let us go carefree, angels coming home, watching morning TV.