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Here

swim against
foliage
as thick as
crystalising honey
and tumble
out into
the sun drenched
clearing
where
they have been waiting.

pop up onto
those rattling pins
lower the neck
to hide
quivering lips
from the
staring blue duos.

say nothing
move an inch-
you will wish you hadn’t

wait it out
they will
instruct
you further
now
you
are
here.

Early

eyelids lift, cognition ignites
enough to turn a heavy head
to see the lime green digits
confirming initial suspicions

forcing thoughts to vacate the mind
to allow a few precious moments
of solitude before the day begins
never to return to that misting memory

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

Late summer sunset

gazing down at the falling field
allowed to grow uninterrupted
in it’s quest to touch the depleting light
we all sit silently

the smoke from an earlier cigarette
still lingers in the full leafed tree above
as cold cider takes its place upon our lips
and down our sun-kissed throats

the waves roll in not far beyond the gaggle of trees
that lay at the foot of this shrinking mound
we ponder down in the early hours to see
what has been delivered by the high tide

Seeing them again

seeing them again


a spark exploded for a moment inside 
when i saw them burst toward the platform
suitcases in tow

some people deserve the smiles they wear 
they restore joy where little remains.

i dream of a world where this is not an uncommon site

Sunday Rummage on Brick Lane

perusing,
shifting,
lifting,
placing,
flicking,
bending,
gazing,
thinking,
gathering,  
holding,
staring

…

gracing the pavements with our hungover footsteps

the sights and the sounds energise all those around
starving stomachs grow hungrier by the eclectic smell 
drifting in and out of those gathered like a sneaky centipede