Watch

Little bits of you
Left behind
Wrapped around a wrist
Or twisting on a finger
Little bits
That linger

War zone

It’s when the hardness disappears
Stuff is solid when you touch it, but that just feels like a trick
You know you can walk right, fall right, disappear right through it
Schloop – the hole will vanish in an instant

See through

pellicle mirror
connection piece
one to another
life time space

Ten nine eleven

ocean of greys
scarlets
and blues
walking your shores
accepting the hues

Anniversary

Time out
To mark time gone
Gentle rhythm
Over three hundred beats to the bar

Sometimes Sound Stops

Memorise

I miss the moment

unseen traction

seen by all

all seeing unseen

Weekend

Sunday dawning
Conversations
Inside my head

Sunshine yawning
Observations
Push me out of bed

Ignition

Splutter
Stall
Procrastinate

Each today
It's not too late

Your January Burial

Momentum's urgency
brings you and your kin
down the snow road
so slowly.

Sun shines
on black limo and yellow diggers alike
struggling
going nowhere in soft white
so quickly.

Camaraderie falls
from pine trees
as workies, minister, mourners and drivers
pull together flasks of tea and chatter
pushing the muckle black beasts
and tiny tinny two-doors
back up the hill
leaving you behind
so finally.

Edge

falling through time

towards you

probability clue

likely and quickly

fragility

balanced

and true

rice brittle

membrane

stretched

looking firm

each step

current danger

break into

a run

Bodrum

rythm
style
let be
for a while

expunge
explore
express
explode
in time
to the beat
momentum
in mode

rythm
style
let be
for a while

The Big Picture

Heritage

feel my feeling
be my muse
recognise
the dark inside
when boundaries
confuse

Dandelions

found through the webwind

Dance, dither

Turn, tumble

Break, bob

Melt and merge

Something precious

In the mix

How we revolve

Return, converge

Hard Edges

splintered bits and pieces

scattered through the sky

reflecting misconceptions

when they glint and catch your eye

conscious coloured fragments

torn personality

relative perceptions

shared in cold reality

Black Stars

swing from your star

and I'll dangle from mine

eyes open and close

through tunnels in time

tango

clinch

Grief

half your heart
loved half of mine
with all your strength
from time to time

Thin Skin

rice paper concrete

walk away crossing

watching my feet

falling falling

Heading for the Membrane

Golden moments slipping by

Unconsciously intensify