Month: March 2013

Print

i buldge with the desire to
leave that of which i am trapped
i want the sun on my back
and the time to revel in it

draw people that cross my path
and are oblivious to
my brief intrusion
into their ever busying lives

slurping cappuccinos in corners of cafés
a pencil in my warming grasp
gazing around like a stalking bengal among the long grasses of nepal
for my next subject

i seek my ideal day
where my nostrils fill
with the smell of oil based ooze
smeared on glass work surfaces

and prints roll off the press
in their limited editions
bound for people to take a moment, stop
and breathe

Walk with me

walk with me on bright lit beaches
across tepid turquoise horizons
over the unkempt fields
through weathered kissing gates

walk with me through buzzing crowds
scale slate clad coast paths
cross stubborn streams
and rambling rivers

walk with me
away from here and far away
to a place where smiles are currency
and trade relies on them

Night

drastic gradiental shifts
colour the horizon
as a reminder to close those hard worked eyes.
when the last of the lights are out
it’s time for our reign to begin.

silence screams across this hazy city
cut short by the rustle from the broccoli undergrowth
once sprinkled down by travelling giants

distant light bounces from surface to surface
before reaching our eyes wide open
though the night is dark
everything is much clearer

we run and play
explore the normally restricted
jump fences, walls and the rest
until the rattle of bottles rings in our ears

and the gradient returns to the horizon