June 01, 2006

And The World Can Rejoice


May 10, 2006

Friends II


So, show me nothing.
How can we share nothing
on top of who we are?


Join me, thou
orphan of
energetic wit.


Sometimes, only sometimes
alarms confirm your presence.
Realism haunts an empty room.
Against the door you place your ear,
holding out for better times.


Cautious steps on
hallowed turf
lower my hopes
of lasting to the

April 24, 2006



April 06, 2006


Rough bass chords drive meanger
Full stema into yourÖ.qwedfghjkl;


January 11, 2006

Mark This

Words on a page are not read
——————————————————They are —-
Skipped————————- over,

– They must –
————————-There are better things to do.

We want to play.

January 10, 2006

The Director


I love you.


Yeah, that's good.


January 01, 2006


December 26, 2005

Turquoise Ink

There is a pen in my hand,
the likes Iíve never seen.
Its ink is neither blue nor green
but somewhere in-between.

December 25, 2005

The Map

There was a map
upon my table
coated in
weather-proof plastic.
With time on my hands and
dirt under my nails
I trailed my finger along its
A-roads until they reached
their conclusion
at the paperís edge.

The clock struck 12 .
I turned to see
but while I bowed my neck
the map began to shake.
Without warning it grew beneath me.
It rose from its synthetic casing
and broke through my studyís walls
in an explosion
of swelling grid lines.

I lost my footing
and dropped to the ground.
The new real red-road
felt firm under foot
but flowed like a river and

twisting with an uncertain desire,

It tossed and turned me to
an unknown quarter.

When I arose
I saw the mapís borders
had vanished
over the horizon.

Above me
an enormous compass
hung in the sky
like a stray balloon.
Its sharp needle skipped
one way then the next,
as if at the whim of the wind,
pointing me in
a multitude of directions.

I ran,
half through fear
and half through passion
but the landscape curved,
dived and leapt
at the Northís shifting impulse.
I could not stop so
I stumbled between sandy bunkers,
Ox-bow lakes
and crossed church spires.
But they all lead to spilt ink fields
and I was left unsatisfied.

Tiring of the search
I settled on the curved forest.
Even though I could not see
beneath its muffled, triangle top.
it looked appealing.
Flirtatious contours
bent towards its rim
and beckoned in my direction
before they slipped inside.

I looked up at the compass
but its needle was now missing
and it hung there,
blank like a dead sun.

I took the first step
and followed the contours
but not without first
sparing a thought for
the nearby canal,
wishing we were more alike.

December 24, 2005

Festive Cheer


I hate your christmas
reminder that answers don't
come wrapped in paper.


Humbug to you all
t'is the season only to
drink coca-cola.


If there is no beer
under the tree i'll have to
to drink lynx gift-sets


Merry Christmas, One and All.

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