Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Park Rd. at Morning

Park Rd. at Morning

Park Road is a dragon this morning.
The rage to get to destinations, its fire breath.
Bumper to bumper its tail.

Ahead, two men are engaged in battle.
One’s car bled through the boundaries and
threatened to bend the steal.
Their words are spears, a rusty tire iron
the dusty drum beat of war.

In his car, the hero sits and does nothing.
It’s not his world today to save,
his mind a pan full of raw thoughts
lost in a maze of hedges.
He is the line that grooves this road
And dances all its destructions like a jig.

Everyday he is here, this wailing guitar
for a heart, and if he could open his throat
to scream for you, it would be this music.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Herriot - a poem


He wants to go back in time today
and walk with you in the skeleton 
of a castle, his modest trench
coat barely motion in the breeze,

your blue dress a faint ripple.
He wants it to be an exploration
of all the places two people can be
alone within the dank moist stone,
the thick fog gently smothering
all the black fields and futures beyond.

Monday, January 16, 2012

Charlotte - (God Save the Queen) lyrics

Charlotte - (God Save the Queen)

We came from everywhere
in little cars, the shifting here and there.
Our brains so stuffed with dreams,
we gambled forward, while bursting at the seams.

            Eyes so wide, they barely fit our face,
            Minds that wandered the multitude of space.
            As cynics mumbled something ‘bout the spring,
            we raised our voices in whispers so to sing:

           “God save, God save, God save the queen    .
            In our hearts and in our dreams,
            God save the queen.”

So we settled in.
We laughed, and loved, and drank away our sins.
Then we settled down.
Long dead voices were oceans where we drowned.

            Then winter came, cut us to the bones.
            The blast-cell city air collected all the moans.
            Under Christmas trees, we hoped for angel wings.
            If you’d have been there to you might have heard us sing:

            “God save, God save, God save the queen.
             In our hearts and in our dreams,
             God save the queen.”

So we come to this at last,
this broken mirror reminds us of the past.
Other stories draped ahead,
we move forward like kids who go to bed.

            Foot-thump stomping makes such a merry dance.
            We’re potential biting for our chance
            to burst, and bud, and make concentric rings.
            Listen close.  You might just here us sing:

            “God save, God save, God save the queen.
            In our hearts and in our dreams,
            God save the queen.”