Wednesday 28 March 2007

The apple of my i pod

There's a message at my doorstep
Lace trimmed and violet
It reads ........ Turn around now!
I don't even think
I should but I never do.

So I tumble like a tuft
Fearless like a firefly
Funny thing is ....
there's nothing there
save for this expectation
and a hope of you.

Thursday 22 March 2007

old man river

It's a settled heirarchy.
Ghouls,ghosts, gods and children.
I pretend to understand
but something washes over me,
diverts my attention.
Scatters my thoughts.
Something about a mangrove swamp
the moon and a river.

The hookers look so lonely.
In need of a swim.
But what would I know ....
I'm just a drag queen
ready to put on a show
about my fabulous shoes
and my fabulous things.
But the twist is ...
and get this,
it's really about
my fabulous sense of direction.

I know where the stage is ...
over there..
draped and three steps high.
Flickering candles and round french tables.

And I know where home is ...
Down the stairs and round the corner
left and a little on.

And then it's gone.....
that thinnest of veneers,
that veil of misconception.
Lets the stars shine on down,
whistling past the moon
and the mangrove swamp
.... to old man river.

Friday 16 March 2007

a simple round

Once I knew a man
who used to tread the boards.
He sold his soul
for a moment
and a red velvet jacket.

What was that sweet thing
he used to sing about,
what was that sweet thing?

Once I knew a girl
who asked me out to dance
by the waters of St Andrews
where the lights
have a mind of their own.

What was that sweet thing
she used to sing about
what was that sweet thing?

Once I had a house
that went for miles and miles
or so it seemed.
You know why ....
It had four wheels
and an engine.

What was that sweet thing
it used to sing about
what was that sweet thing?

Once I knew a beach
that used to know my name.
I used to lie upon her shore
And listen to the
night time tide.

What was that sweet thing
she used to sing about
what was that sweet thing?

Once I had a beat up
three string guitar
a rattle in a box
and a junked up
buzz saw band.

What was that sweet thing
we used to sing about
what was that sweet thing?

Once I knew a man
who used to tread the boards.
He sold his soul
for a moment
and a red velvet jacket.

What was that sweet thing
he used to sing about,
what was that sweet thing?

Monday 12 March 2007

The Great Procrastinator Strikes Again

What if you had one wish
Just one and no more
and only 60 seconds to decide....

Would it depend on the moment
or would todays wish be
different from tomorrows.
Would it be a global wish
or self serving,
or a combination of......

50 seconds

And heres hoping that the giver
is of sound mind and background.
Would it be for the good
of your children
or your childrens children
or just a plain old miillion bucks
right here, right now.....

40 seconds

No time to consult
those that should be consulted.
Your fucking decision
and nobody else has a say on this one.
Shall I spend it wisely
on the planet
or that fickle river called happiness.
Oh ... but without the opposite what am I?.......

30 seconds

Lost love, future love, fixed up love.
Fame,fortune, famine free or fantasy.
Do I really have to decide?
Yes you do ....

20 seconds

A talent to surpass all talents
but not without the grounded stuff.
or what about
a never ending holiday
full of Atlantean beauty ....
but could I?
or yes ... a big.... no huge house
thats fully green and solar of course ...
with everything

10 seconds

Ooh better get serious now.
mmm mmm
all this wanting.
gotta be one of the big ones
I suppose ..
love,beauty,family,friends ...
oh good lord
how can I wrap that up in 3 seconds?

oh bugger it...

I wish for
more wishes please.

Wednesday 7 March 2007

water water water

Now that was a rainstorm ...
A nightstorm.
And outside
with the steam rising from the street
it could be
Tokyo
or
Gotham City
or
Blade Runner
or
The Maltese Falcon
or even .....
The Day of the Triffids.

And what now....
that the last storm of summer,
tho long inbetween,
washed little away
that didn't belong.....
'Cause where's left to go
now the drainpipes are full.
Except down to the sea,
the salty salty sea.