the cat’s dog days

 the cat’s dog days

a cat stalks

the sun

in the lavender stalks

it all talks of

the dog days of summer

that have been seen off

how the words fall 

that have seen it all

the cat twirls three times

and dozes off

just sayings

 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

 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

 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

 pop-star’s funeral

ten thousand smart phones

at arms length 

the butterfly effect

 the butterfly effect

scalp vain
skin deep 
the success of cannulation 
drip drip 
satisfaction flows
nevertheless 
life is full of these little things
that caress into friendships
of fontanel softness

drawing in

 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