MULTIPLE CHOICES

A life filled with multiple choices

B rings songs filled with multiple voices

C all the tunes written

D on't fear that they're hidden

E ach chorus is sung by and for us.

HALF LIFE

 3 drunk men at 6am

Sure is quite uncommon

From when did all the boozing stem

I'm sure they've now forgotten

Maybe late out on the town

Toasting some success

Or coping with life bearing down

By early booze excess

3 drunk men at 6am

Half-cut

Half-life

Half-told.

MOON MUSIC

Shining with the eternal gift of light

From a sleeping sun, the moon pulls gently

On a supplicant world

A concertina of tides play out,

Senescent sea shanties are sung

The Sirens will sing as they must;

They can but lure the sailor,

They cannot charm the moon.

LIMITLESS

A ring of fresh light shuffles nervously around my bedroom curtains, a soft border to a new day. In this hollow of retreating night I re-imagine myself in this new world. I can be whoever, whatever I choose . Limitless options abound. I choose 'thirsty' and make tea. 

I panicked.

THE KING OF RECYCLING

That wooden fence has spent more time as a tree

That brick wall has spent more time as wet clay

That clay was once wet plants and animals

One time - light jumps from fence to brick to clay

Time is the king of recycling

The king is dead - long live the king.

HOWL

The howl of the Afghans we've

Left at sea

In a dutiful, leaking  boat

They don't scream for money

We've taken their honey

These refugees hardly afloat

ALMANAC

 Summer begins to glide into memory

As we reach the hinterlands of autumn

Nature consults with her almanac and

Turns the page on another season

Daylight is falling back in on itself

Wooden trails of smoke lead us by the nose

Long bright colours fade into well-earned rest.

CENTRED

You and I lie in bed;

Waiting for gravity to work,

To plunge us into the Earth's core - to subsume us.

We wait for gravity to play its trick;

But we're not there, you and I,

We're not where gravity wants us to lie.

We are already at the centre of the universe - looking out.

THE SPEED OF THOUGHT

 I would not travel at the speed of sound

I could not stand the boom

I would not travel at the speed of light

I have not got the room

I will travel at my own pace

I find it more genteel

Sound and light fill my headspace 

Where the journey's more surreal

MASKS

They fall away, they do

The masks we wear all day

We wear them all, anew

For what we dare not say.

One falls each time we meet

Each countenanced fresh trial

We peel away, we seek

Each subtle truth, each smile.