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sipping the Tyrconnel single malt and writing on a freezing new England winters night.
bed poem yesterdays
Effortless rising
After effortless sleep
After hours of love
Still in each others arms
Not needing to shower or brush teeth
Kiss & Kiss & Kiss
Again
Bed Poem Today
Sometimes
angels sang
in his head
as he lay
across the aubergine and green bed
Sometimes the sun
danced elliptical
edging his cup
fingers tap tapping
cosmical coded eclipses
Sometimes the day
just began this way
open windows
white blinds
even traffic softer
as if the dust of dark ages
shed and unknown
precisely the time of his life
8febOZ10
with random
ice across the road
fields brown tipped golden grasses
spread occasionally into figures
something unnameable does pass
soft light strands of sunlight green
snow dropped jewels secret circles
cast beyond mere mortals grasp
Bridget’s fair sweet token
The Day It Didn’t Snow
The day It didnt snow
Rita asked me to tell
her about swimming
in the halls
But my mind was on
other things
Crunch the candie
in my mouth
tiny pieces of pain
on my tongue
satining my
mouth in
december12 1973
flavours
so intense i could not tell her anything that mattered
23.october oz9
Little witches
One little witch
with bright yellow shoes
did a magic spell and then there were two
two little witches
in a white birch tree
did a magic spell & then there were three
3 little witches
at the red kitchen door
did a magic spell and then there were 4
4 little witches
sharpen silver knives
did a magic spell and then there were 5
5 little witches
on blue broom sticks
did a magic spell and then there were 6
6 little witches
At a quarter past eleven
Did a magic spell and then there were 7
7 little witches
on a green metal gate
did a magic spell and them there were 8
8 little witches
making spider wine
did a magic spell and then there were 9
9 little witches
chasing grumpy ladies and cross face men
did a magic spell and then there were 10
10 little witches
with their little black cats
did a magic spell and next Halloween they’ll all be back!
old song
I know forever is the memory of your touch
Angels with broken wings
I taste the sin they bring
I want to cling to them
But something always haunts me
.
Lust that is true,
Dreams that have gone astray
Down every road you know there’s really nothing much to choose
The siren’s sweet lament
Their spell is my intent
But there’s something in my head denying my attempt
A kind of howling sound says I am pledged to you
.
I cross the thousand years
Part the veil of tears
Despite the demon fears
I’m reaching out for you
And breaking through at last
The circle’s finally cast
Kneeling down I bow my head to you
My sword at your feet
My crown on your lap
My heart into you hands
I am the Lady’s man
you might have woke
slightly
hearing the clink of stirred coffee
smelling the vague smoke
last bit of an old joint
invisible
morning
ghosts
never knowing
daylight
fled
the youth
fleeing
from
old age
midnight
in your kitchen