Sunday, August 29, 2010

The Dream-Chaser

Seeking his shadows through dark streets
Where roads are lined with grey leaves, shape dust scattered,
He sleep-wakes; he traces lit up lines from their birth to death.
His fingers take them back
When eyesight ends. Chilled by the chase
He frames their forms in flesh, those
Pictures placed in loved moulds, they’re cradled
In the somewhere room
behind his eyes. Still holding something closely, longing,
Here he is, dream-chaser, real,
Alive in beautiful shade-ghosts.
It takes this dream-chaser, dream-seer,
lover of the dreams, to seal shut night
And kiss the dawn with cleansing words
And help us bear the truth.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Night-time walk with headphones

Incantations in my ear.
Dum dum,
Come, Visions;
In between fence slats. Cracks! Splice
the empty air, hear rhythms in my ears spell somewhere dum dum dum
I cannot see,
but fear. The dark;
It’s not so dark when headphones see the way.
They bleed their narrative in sounds that kiss the silence,
Fay white lights become the glitter stars in strangely patterned colour-play
And flights
Of fancy, night-flies, dews
and mists, pollution decorated - dum dum dum –

The earth could be
Quite flat but with my
dum dum dum not me,
not me.