Where Is He Now?

Where Is He Now?

 A sliding door caused bulbs to fail

And all the wiring’s wrong

This dim life’s no longer mine

The other side, that sliding door

No longer has lights to shine.

Electricity’s gone

No switches on

There is no song

Contours of the map are wrong

Need to flee

To be free

But escape incarcerates

So friends are strangers and strangers friends

Is heart still pumping, and

And will my cuts still bleed?

 Roads are closed

And signpost’s down

The flood has risen

And hope has drowned.

Damaged goods at the factory

No buyers for the failed

Are stored out back behind the shed

Wait silently for time to pass

Flawed criminals in jail

Yet perhaps a charity may come

To take flawed heaters to cold poor.

But then it's my wiring's come undone,

Is charity’s feet beating to my door?

I have sucked from the devil’s nipple

That milk’s an endless well

The more is sucked the more required

His breast a pregnant swell

Yet no hunger can it heal.

So if heart still beats and blood still flows 

Why is it that I cannot feel?

THE SADDEST SONG

– FOR VERONICA GEURIN

I’ve often wondered                 ‘bout my place in this

Should I cry out                       Or should I kiss

I’ve never known                     What it is to die

But now I feel                          That I know why

                       

There are those                       Whose life I feel

But I am one                            Who cannot heal

So I sit back                            And say how sad

While others fight                    No meaning lack

NOW YOU ARE GONE            BUT WHAT THE HELL

WHAT DID YOU CHANGE      THAT WENT SO WELL

BUT YOUR SMALL CHANGE  AND COME WHAT MAY
ALLOWS THE SUN                 TO RISE TODAY

And then saddest fate of all    Cut down in prime

While we who sit                     And watch the time

And upside down                     the music rings

As right side up,                      our material things

So should I crave                    a life that shines

Or should I course                   the path that sings

And when I die                        What will I say

That I tried hard                       For another way

NOW YOU ARE GONE            BUT WHAT THE HELL

WHAT DID YOU CHANGE      THAT WENT SO WELL

BUT YOUR SMALL CHANGE  AND COME WHAT MAY
ALLOWS THE SUN                 TO RISE TODAY

Or will I follow,                         Too late I sing

A song that cries                     no material things

A difference makes                 Those who stand and fight

After the fact                            We feel the sight

So if I follow,                            a life that shines

Do I own the courage              that must be mine

It makes far cry,                      for to be brave

It takes far less,                       to be a slave

NOW YOU ARE GONE            BUT WHAT THE HELL

WHAT DID YOU CHANGE      THAT WENT SO WELL

BUT YOUR SMALL CHANGE  AND COME WHAT MAY
ALLOWS THE SUN                 TO RISE TODAY

So when I see,                        someone who cares,

I think how brave                     But I only stare.

NOW YOU ARE GONE            BUT WHAT THE HELL

WHAT DID YOU CHANGE      THAT WENT SO WELL

BUT YOUR SMALL CHANGE  AND COME WHAT MAY
ALLOWS THE SUN                 TO RISE TODAY

So when I see,                        someone who cares,

I think how brave                     But I only stare.

NOW YOU ARE GONE            BUT WHAT THE HELL

WHAT DID YOU CHANGE      THAT WENT SO WELL

BUT YOUR SMALL CHANGE  AND COME WHAT MAY
ALLOWS THE SUN                 TO RISE TODAY

Pomeranian War Pig (The Heavy Metal Doggie)

(Apologies to Black Sabbath)

Pomeranian dog thinks big

Heart of a lion and legs of a war pig

With eyes of fire and claws of steel

He’s lookin’ for his next

Supersized meal

Pomeranian dog stands tall

He will run through thick brick walls

Pomeranian’s lethal blows

There’s only one killer Oreo

Pointy ears and a tail so fluffy

Oreo’s one hell of a puppy

He comes walking down the street

Concrete pounds from four furry big feet

Pigs might fly, but this is true

Stay away or he’ll “double tap” you

So keep your distance from his door

Or Oreo will rig you with C4

 (Reprise)

Pomeranian dog thinks big

Heart of a lion and legs of a war pig

With eyes of fire and claws of steel

He’s lookin’ for his next

Supersized meal

(Thanks for listening!)

Whatever Happened to Him?

Through sliding door the bulbs have failed

All wiring wrong

This life’s not mine

It doesn’t shine.

Electricity’s gone

No switches on

There is no song

The wine stays on the vine.

A need to flee

And to be free

But escape itself a jail.

Roads are closed

And sign post’s down

The flood has risen

And hope has drowned.

The damaged goods at the factory

No buyers for the failed

Are stored out back behind the shed

Silently waiting for someone

From some charity to come

 

And make them into bedding for the poor.

But charity’s feet should lead to my door

So the bedding is for me.

I have sucked form the nipple of the devil

That milk’s an endless well

The more is sucked the more the need

His breast becomes a pregnant swell.

So nothing’s changed

And the bedding’s still for me.

When does a kiss begin?

When does a kiss begin?

Does it begin with the warmth of a jumbles-crunched blanket

Between two smiling, lightly touching bodies

Caressed with good morning eyes and slowly waking limbs knowing

that they are in the right place?

Or does it begin at a greeting door, with a question,

A brief touch,  hope and curiosity? Or soon after at a meal eaten table, lights dancing off empty wine glasses, with softening lips and firming optimism, when hope becomes raucous laughter and a knowing comfort that each lip, plate and glass is in the right place?

Or is it before that? Is it every step before? The understanding that the fifty-eight facets of a brilliant cut diamond, side by side, dance differently with each jeweler’s craft. Reflections that understand each is perfect and in the right place?

Whenever it is, I am glad that kisses begin.

WHIRLING

floating in the winedark sea of night

in the rocketboat of eternity

lights of fire fall from the sky

night is black and the storm is high

an orgy of windwhipped water

like crystal-meth crazed dervish

whirling, whirling, forever whirling, arms spinning to Neptune’s slaughter

THE DAY BEGINS - 2

The day begins

The sun’s a thief

Light-fingered master

Who calmly stole the night.

The cars that drift by

With passengers inside

Are madly spinning planets

Round the master’s lofty flight.

They listen for the pulse that shows direction for the day

The clocks that keep on ticking keeping time itself at bay

It’s nine o’clock they must be there

Or buildings will fall down,

Or so it seems as I walk along, watching faces wearing frowns

But then an unknown face outshines the sun, her

Smile sustains the light,

The music of her movements is the rhythm for the day,

I have seen the symmetry of poetry at play, and

Love,

and life,

and walking hand in hand,

and sailing on a bay.