Saturday, August 25, 2012

Silver Lotus, Strangers Kindness

I've got a silver lotus
wrapped around my finger
and I'm rippping weeds from between the bricks
trying to keep the wolf from the door
and that old coyote from my bed

i hear him at night time
between the howling of the wind
and the rain trampling the tin roof
the gutters overflowing
with murky water threatening
to rise up and flood the house
with evaporated memories

he stays away
but the white of his teeth
a beacon in the dark night
winking at the full moon from a far
he's a hunter
waiting for a feed

(which he'll get if I stay out too late
loose my way
find myself face to face
palm to palm with strangers
sipping and slipping
tripping
skipping formalities

it's a strange kind of intimacy

a strangers kind of intimacy

strange

and kind)

Stay a while longer
coyote,
I'll sing you a song
self conscious and breathless
i'll confess
I'm really more a cat person
but dogs like you
have some appeal
by the light of the full moon

sipping and slipping
tripping
accross tram lines
to quiet corners
face to face
palm to palm

strangers, intimate
with strange kindnesses
and
unnecessary excesses
you're exposed too
beneath the glow
of an August full moon.





Sunday, August 19, 2012

Refections From The Road.

The road trains argue with the air conditioning unit
and the rain cackles as it clatters on the motel's tin roof
I'm huddled beneath with electric heat
cold feet
full of whipped cream clouds, strawberries and sweet sunsets,
rogue sheep and roast lamb.

The bright light beyond the coluds billowing on the horizon beckons,
is heaven just past those rolling rocky hills?
Or are we already angels, floating on a raspy voice and celestial melody,
buoyant

on waves of laughter.

Breathe in the country's air,
as the road completes our third pair
we dance the only steps we know,
going where we go, blowing where we blow

feed the fibres of our earthy selves
before walls and bricks and city streets greet us
and fresh sheets in familliar shades meet us
and all this luminosity fades into distant dreams

the sky is a brightly burning fire, flames of cherry red and rich gold.

We are millionaires tonight.