just sayings
in the lost woods
the voices of my mum and dad
the funny sayings they had
a fire to warm me
now that i am lost in the turning
they were such strange sayings
head under the pillow stuff
dark window stuff
distant train stuff
to who
will i turn to
now that the turntable is
sending me back down the track
muttering all those sleepy sayings
just one more for the road
if not now then when
i said that one day i was going to visit
she said if not now then when
and i thought and thought
i was still thinking when they said
your time is up
genre be gone
kick my arse out of this poetry groove
this poetry groove
this poetry groove
this poetry groove
click my can’t be arsed
to unsheathe another album cover to recover
my balance
leap of faith
tell me again tell me again that is what i need
tell me there is another world outside
walk me on the wild side
drop me hints on the paper chase
blindfold my blindfold over and over
darken me
ker pow
where are we now
paradise lost on a collage without pieces
hand me a crayon
click click click
lick
drawing in
the night’s are drawing in
whispered on the wind
of dusk
guy fawkes
whittled down to a whisper
of the boys’ determination
bigger
than last year’s
is agreed in lieu of memory
yes for yes is afoot tonight
and it must be just so
a smut settles
and then another settles
as white as snowflakes
will be
will be
soon
the longest word
bigger than childhood
soon it will be
christmas
that whirlpool of emotion where
fairy tales abound
when really
starts really drawing in
snap decisions
that photo
if it was such a ‘great capture’
why is the subject still there
why can you not release it
back into the wild
and if you did
would there be two wild moments
to capture
and
did you stalk the image
or did you wait patiently
are you a hunter-gatherer
or a farmer of cropped images
apertures widen
