GardeningThe optimistic imagination of the inner child,Has begun to slowly wilt.Adult responsibility pruning the wildness--Into neat borders and planters.The lawn mown, set and square.Wildflowers have no place here…Dreams mostly committed to the compost heap,Along with the daisy chains,A few lucky fragments escaping on dandelion seeds Weed killer eliminates the remainder.
Goth weekend...A weekend committed to memory,The solid black behind and solid grey aheadOf a snail-crawling drive.The promise of the misted coastlineWinking like fairy-lights.. Fragments:The fete inside the church,Confetti-like falling petals,Its like I time travel and re-tread outfitsForties glamour, Victorian , futuristic--The then and the now collide--Wanders of time gathered.Risqué burlesque….Fudge, and other treatsNo seafood-- no oysters this time, However, the bottles were steadily emptiedAnd stacked up.Fire-walking and bonfires --there were marshmallows scorched and sticky,I felt feline in the darkness of the coastCages, cigarettes and sand,Bridges and boats.Dizzying spirals of interconnected eventsCommitted to history like fossils in rock,Restless nights and long days--Firm friends and no regrets.
Spaceman...They say you dream of floatingWhen your oxygen runs out--But you longer want to float.Dreaming of home for long enoughThat when eyelids slip closedYou are there;The air is fresh,There are plants and animals and rain--The ground is solid beneath toes--You don't want to wakeBut you do--And find yourself behind a visor and see a star-scape,Then feel that imaginary Terra-firma crumble.Nothing but the void to hear homesick despairing sobs.Inner voice too much, to LOUD.So is the radio static.So is the silence.Longing for a place that you can never see again.Clinging desperately to the air-starved mind delusions.Feeling something other than sweat and the inside of a sealed suit.Unable to escapeThe inevitable. The faces and places in minds eyeThey will all fade out slowly.You hope the alien world fades first.Never closer to home than in each fading heartbeat...
DollyEyesI saw how you had been left in a corner,You had wide-painted-dolly-eyes,Glassy and glazed over--Although you were far from drunk.Your glass was empty.Remaining unreadable,Giving no emotions outReflecting only those around you;The perfect poker face,Unable to escape past the bodiesThat penned you in,As every word you spoke was ignored;The one person beside youThat ought to be listeningEngrossed in vapid chatter. You love unconditionallyI watch how it's wasted.