December 19, 2007
December 13, 2007
Greasy
Real smells in your nose,
Real noise in your ears
Baggy overalls and roll-ups
Diesel engines, choking smoke
Big old machinery, greasy, unused
An MG missing panels,
battered and bruised
A straight 4, lying spare
Polish phrase-book, thumbed and worn
Mugs without handles,
Newspaper, weeks old
Laughter and banter,
The warmth in the cold
December 4, 2007
FireStrorm
A thousand timid thoughts scatter
Ahead of the firestorm in my brain
I struggle to suppress
The inflamatory spark
Once lit, the thought-kindling catches
And the smokeless flame
Needs no more fuel
The conflagration rages, crackling and roaring
A fruitless search for coherent focus
Looking back on
The dying embers of concentration.
Sparks floating on the breeze
of a dark winter’s night
Finally the calm in the cold of November
Blankets my mind and
Envelopes my conscieness and
Mind-peace comes as I balance
Before Sleep