Sunday, September 22, 2013

The Prudish Gaze

The prudish gaze
That graven stance
The profusive feelings
Sucumb and entrance.

Inept fervour of the working man

Living and breathing on the master's land.

You touch your hat

And bury your face
You shuffle away
But knowing your place

The princely gait

That gracious nose
The crowning glory
In its dying throes

Inane pleasure of the working man

He ends his life on the master's land.

He bowed and scraped

And licked its boots
Instead of death
He feeds the roots.

'79/'80


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Thursday, September 19, 2013

In The Blink Of An Eye




It seems like only a minute ago mum tucked me up in bed.
Spooned in the medicine and lightly kissed me on the head.


It seems like only a minute ago I took the bus to school.
Filled my pockets with acorns, behaving like a fool.


And was it just a minute ago I was standing in the church?
Making all my promises, preening on my perch.


Then just one minute later I hold three children in my arms.
Applauding their achievements extolling all their charms.


The minutes ticking by hardly make a sound.
My Mother and my Father safely wrapped up in the ground.


Just one minute more, a single minute left.
Only the blink of an eye is witness to the theft.


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Tuesday, September 17, 2013

On Dampened Grass

A frantic embrace
On a misty hill
On dampened grass
The wind stood still
Imprints pressed on her slippy sides
On dampened grass

A teardrop hides.

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Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Miracle Gro

The prudish gaze
That graven stance
The profusive feelings
Sucumb and entrance.

Inept fervour of the working man
Living and breathing on the master's land.

Touch your hat
Bury your face
Shuffle away
Knowing your place

The princely gait
That gracious nose
The crowning glory
In its dying throes

Inane pleasure of the working man
He ends his life on the master's land.

Bowed and scraped
Licked its boots
Instead of death
He feeds the roots.

'79/'80/'13

Saturday, September 07, 2013

Our Father's Song



At peace beside the banks of a swollen stream
We see the life below the water
Turning to our father's song
Never give in and you'll never go wrong
And never believe in the space beyond your vision
A simple decision.
Melting faces they depart
Putting permanent splaces in your heart
And all the people you must have seen
Swirling in the stream
Now it's bursting at the seams
With the weight to all those dreams
It's running away so fast
And we just don't know
If the time to go
Can open up their minds
That's why we care for the past
The only thing that will last.



4.8.77
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