The Look

It’s that look.

Trying to be passive,
Like the burn of your stare,
Doesn’t set fire to her imaginations,
Like she doesn’t care.

It’s that look.

As if she’s not troubled,
At the realisation,
That she’s going to love,
Because love is devastation.

It’s that look.

Those pouted lips poised,
Like a gate rigged shut,
Giving her time think,
With her brain and not her gut.

It’s that look.

That says “back off”,
But also says “stay”,
Almost like a doll,
Yet her soulful eyes betray

It’s that look

Like hors d’oeuvres,
You absolutely adore,
A delicious treat leaving you weak,
And hungrier for more.

 

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Dandy Man

dandy man

give me your hand

we have something great

all this wonder

as you sit by your guitar

you will conquer this world

take it for a whirl

dandy man

you’re a skinny man

but your eyes are full

so powerful

hand to your head

looking sleek

in a Berlin street

dandy man

do all you can

till you can do no more

end it like a riff

strum and shift

you seem to be sure

in that cabinet door

dandy man

in stark lighting

you sing to me

always will be

a vision of colour

like no other

a star man

 

 

The Full Moon

the full moon

watched by a silent soul

noting the intensity of its glow

wondering if its an eerie coincidence

that it reminds them of the one they loved

who died ten years ago

as if the universe is giving a poetic reminder

to never let the memory fade

they feel it is a significant moment

with the moon a witness to their grief

the full moon

shines on another

doped up and done with the night

sprawled in a park

preying to anybody that would listen

that they will wake up to see the new day

caught up in the high

the moon catches their eye

a reminder of their loneliness

in the great scheme of things

 

the full moon

it offers itself as a beacon of light

in the literal sense

an icon for romance

and many other metaphors

the audience member

of the world

will listen when we howl

and that is all

Alone (Blues Inspired Poem)

The wind was howlin’
When you left me all alone
The wind was howlin’ bad
When you left me all alone
Paper sprawled across the floor
You should’ve just shut the door ‘cause
The wind was howlin’
When you left me all alone

You let the chill in
When you left me all alone
You let the chill in, babe
When you left me all alone
Frozen in the sleeping sack
Can’t believe I want you back ‘cause
You let the chill in
When you left me all alone

The shadows crept in
When you left me all alone
The shadows crept in fast
When you left me all alone
Where has all the sunshine gone
Promise me you won’t be long ‘cause
The shadows crept in
When you left me all alone

The Visit

Who are you?
Nice to meet you John.
I’m doing just fine.
I’m packing.
I’m going home.
I need to see my parents.
They haven’t called.
Mum is a nurse.
Dad’s an electrician.
The last time?
Must have been…
Hm.
I’m not sure.
Oh, what’s that?
Is that you?
Am I supposed to know who that is?
No, I don’t know.
Why are you here?
Why did you want to see me?
What’s your name again?
John.
Thanks for coming.
I just need to pack.
Hm?
I’m Maria.
Maria…
Yeah, just Maria.
I can’t remember.
Who are you?

So Will I

They’ll die, and so will I.

I don’t believe in heaven or hell.
I believe in the great black nothingness
Where nothing will dwell
And nobody missed.

You’ve been in the black,
Like before you were born.
In sleep, you sometimes go back
But you’ll return when you’re gone.

They’ll die, and so will I.

Parents are failing children.
Politicians are failing people.
The decay always sets in.
The outcome is always lethal.

Is it such a bad concept?
Life is an overload on the senses.
But there is a certainty we can accept
In that death will rid us of all pretenses.

They’ll die, and so will I.

We won’t know of our absence.
Our loved ones won’t either.
You won’t be left in suspense.
You won’t be a survivor.

There is a kind of comfort
That a civilisation of division and war
Will leave with the same escort
And be no more.

The leaves on trees and birds in the sky.
They’ll die, and so will I.