Friday, May 27, 2016

Never enough

The wall of sound:
a spectre
suckling memories
of brash galaxies
‘River deep, mountain high’
in my head
as we wander
with grandchildren -
vying for the moment
in the trivial music
of today.

The grand chugging
of diesel heart-beat
throbs behind
the sound-storm
as revellers
pack and disgorge
their random cages.

Hand in hand
in glittering night
and the barking sideshows,
carousel and waltzer
the dodger remembrances
of adolescence.
The skeltering and shies
of images
rifle-range misses
and candyfloss kisses.
Never enough time,
never enough
of anything.

Tuesday, May 24, 2016


I see your colour
your fingered hue
hand pressed
it brushes my ear
like a lover
with dextrous touch

I hear the singing
of your fingers
the brash joy
of shifting chorus
in harem
or unrefrained
solo adultery

I touch your smile
and feel
my grin arousal.

Sunday, May 22, 2016

The lost generation

The lost generation:
they search in vain
these parents,
for frost,
the thief,
has stolen life.

Ghosts of spawn
loiter in the weed
and the neverland
of being.

Cruel cold,
the executioner
in white robe,
a monochrome
pied piper
at the gate of dawn.

Saturday, May 21, 2016

do these lips

and did these lips
and do these lips
and will these lips again
taste love in touch
and words outpoured
adore or entertain
in intertouch
in pleasure’s bite
in lust’s hurricane
in sweet caress
and feathered stroke
eternally remain