5-7-5 (take sixty-seven : 45rpm)

forgotten records
a needle skips over grooves
that track my lost tears

Original Cast Recording (notes in progress)

The stage empties
the curtain falls
and in the house lights rise
I see the tears run down
the greasepaint
in the comic’s eyes

The season ends
the footlights dim
the play is run
not least for him

Attempted Aphorism

no worthy truth
be writ’ in words
with all the senses
can it be heard

5-7-5 (take sixty-six : puddled)

my thoughts splash around
a tap dance in a rainstorm
it could get messy

120/80

the last heartbeat
with you
is the last heartbeat
that’s true
until the next heartbeat
with you.

untitled

feeding pigeons with Madonna
is my second favourite wish
I’d asked to feed the penguins
but she hates the smell of fish.

5-7-5 (take sixty-five : silica)

the loose shifting sands
upon which we build ourselves
are in an hourglass

5-7-5 (take sixty-four : the right voice)

on my right shoulder
sits an angel who whispers
it’s your voice I hear

Blocked

The filament
in the lightbulb
up above my head
switches on
and buzzes with
ideas glowing
bright and clear
beginnings
but just before
they fully form
they break apart
and fizzle out
into half finished
poetry
smoking with
lost thoughts
that have no form
or substance
as they float
away into
the ether.

5-7-5 (take sixty-three)

I left memories
alone with a story book
they read each other