Two Ice sculptures
Two ice sculptures
Fall in love
Melting
With love
Melting
Melting
Melting
She never argues
She never argues
With a spanner
Or gets upset
It lies on the ground
Beside her
On slip of the tongue
And it will all be over
The train
The train
Leaves the station
Of mirrors
Far into the universe
It looks back
For its reflection
Fools and their cameras
Looking at love
Thru a colour filter
I take a photo
The photo shows
The disassembly
Of all hat I needed
Christmas star
The star system
Sirius
Has come to earth
It walks awkwardly
Down the high street
It points its silver pointed hand
And walks on silver pointed feet
And talks from a silver pointed head
Your reflection
In the silver pointed head
Gives it a face
Yours
Soon it absorbs
All the Christmas shoppers
That fall down dead
Like wet laundry
The river of time
The river of time
Lows everywhere now
Twisting light and darkness
Together
Braising them
Like hair spread out on the ground
It flows along the street
In every direction
By the legs of window shoppers
By the stationary homeless
Asleep in shop corners
Around the lovers
Looking in the jewellery shops
Only the man in dark glasses
Sees these rivers
Flowing thickly, eternally
Everywhere
This was the morning
This was the morning
I climbed into the attic
I was a boy made of dust
With an aching in his heart
Mother was a flower in the garden
Father was an angry mole
I climbed up into the attic
Hoping to find some way into the future
But I was wrong
There never was any way out of the attic
I remember typewriter
I remember
When I had a typewriter
I typed up my poems
With great immediacy
I would pore over them
For years and years
Until they evolved
Into sand upon my skin
Then along came
The transformers
And poetry was never the same
The words I write down
The wards I wrote down
Yesterday
Have been attacked
By a Microsoft flatbed scanner driver
I picked them up out of computer memory
Like drowned flies out of a bucket of water
Jonah
I spent some time
With the holy spirit
I offered it my heart
But the universe seemed so vast
And the universe was so dark
It took my fear of falling
And made an eternal metal badge
And pinned it to my pride
I was confused that I could not cry
How does a man run from a dream?
Where is there a place to hide?
You can wash your face
You can wash your face
In my bucket of tears
You can wash your hands
Until they are clear
And when there’s a fire
Inside your soul
The bucket of tears
Will make it whole
You can wash your body
In my bucket of tears
Then dry yourself
Of all your fears
And when there’s a light
That shines in your hair
This bucket of tears
Will have no care
Here comes the cat
Here comes the cat
With its triton tongue
Standing in the kitchen
Emptying its lung
Slavering with hunger
Impatient with disease
Angry with the universe
It scratches its fleas
Let me out of this siding
Let me out of this siding
Let me be on my way
Find the man who pulled the switch
That sent me into the clay
Let me out of the siding
Clear the track ahead
Maybe there is still time
for life to stop the dead
Clock metal
Clock metal
Time is
Clock metal
Seasons grow
And die away
The Gregorian calendar
Has had its day
The light comes on
The light goes off
That’s all my friends
And that’s enough
