Remembering

My mind rotates
eyes crying
onto the old arm chair

Peeling paint
frames my memories

Spoon clicking
motor bike riding
jeans rubbing
tattoos destroyed
the smell of pub pies

Then the stiletto glare of a light bulb
cracks my thoughts

More Anger '83

Stuck at home
looking at the leaves
scattered on the floor
The clock ticks
I flick the flies from my arm
and seethe

Another life

No more nights
spent wandering the streets in the rain
searching for soul and maturity
spirituality and sanity

You are nearly forgotten now
Just a bad taste in my mouth
I was over your Cyprus reminiscing
and your red indian ramblings

Your cavalry cap has been dumped
your steel strings and guitar gone
The originals must stink now
like the memory of sunglasses, incense and red lights

Say goodbye to the mother and father
and hurray to the cream concrete walls
the wire wove mattress won't scream in agony,
as you toss and turn, anymore

Go home to your roots
where the bikes are companions
but don't forget to send the
25 bucks I lent you

Thursday

Lonely moon
hovering fully above the bridge
of the turquoise harbour
And the city speeds on
while its citizens
argue over the pinot gris
and the pinot noir

Jehovah's Witnesses

Here’s to you
your future’s planned
on your elitist world
in a fool’s paradise land

Addendum to Crashing Recognition

I feel extremely lucky
it wasn’t quite our time
but the injury I’ve got
is to make my poems rhyme

This ode is plainly hideous
but I really can’t be fussed
taste has left the building
and I must be quite concussed

Crashing Recognition

Driving up the northern
at sixty miles an hour
stopping for the roadworks
changing down the power

Bang, my head gets thrown back
foot stays hard on brake
eyes fly up to mirror
hands, legs begin to shake

You lost concentration
rammed your vehicle into mine
you rush to give your details
your license on the line

I get your registration
nose to tail, you are at fault
my head feels less than normal
after such a violent jolt

I recognised your face
when we swapped names today
you won Best Actress prize
from Feltex for a play

Rakino sojourn

Four,
you two, we two.
Like the wind,
from different directions,
blowing over our paths.
Together,
briefly.
Becoming familiar,
intimate.
Lives interweaving
during a Rakino sojourn.