hairku

i chopped off my hair!
a foot-long plait in my hands
both alive and dead

circles

i've been fighting this
for so long
that it's making me hard
and i'd really rather stay soft
and be love

rest in peace

Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other
That we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes
We enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me,
Let my name be ever the household word that
It always was.
Let it be spoken without effort,
Without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant
It is the same as it ever was
There is absolutely unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am
Out of sight? I am but waiting for you
For an interval
Somewhere very near
Just around the corner .
All is well.

electronica

recipie for a strange day
(modern)

talk to someone you love
finish a project you hate
wish your father a happy birthday
find out a close friend died
hug someone you respect

none of them in the flesh.

what are we becoming?

the future's orange :)

the future's brighter than bright
i just wish it wasn't so clear
next time i ask
maybe the sisters could be a little more fuzzy
about showing off their fatestrings

but wait, you could be wrong!
ah, my love, my heart, you're ever the optimist
yes, dearheart, perhaps i'm turned about
and seeing skewed
if that's true
then i have to doubt the rest of me
and the rest of see
and the way to be
......so which is less fraught?

hush.
now.
go forward in love
take the thread she hands you
with thanks
and blessings
and live

meh

everything feels tired
tastes grey
looks flattened
colours and movement all with a pale film of grey
that doesn't melt away
when i blink
or shake my head

although!
it all rushes back like the wizard of oz
when i laugh out loud

on the boil

i'm so cheerful ALL the time
everybody says so
helpful friendly smiley me
ain't that grand

most of the time it's over
a simmering anger
that's there ALL the time
that makes me kick things
and slam doors
when i think noone is looking.

a plague on vision

Want to buy some illusions
Slightly used, second-hand?
They were lovely illusions,
Reaching high, built on sand.
They had a touch of paradise,
A spell you can't explain,
For in this crazy paradise
You are in love with pain.
Want to buy some illusions
Slightly used, just like new?
Such romantic illusions,
And they're all about you.
Too bad they all fell apart
Like dreams often do.
They were lovely illusions,
But they just wouldn't come true.
Slightly used, just like new,
Such romantic illusions
And they're all about you.
I'd sell them all for a penny,
They make pretty souvenirs.
Take my lovely illusions,
Some for laughs, some for tears.

connect call

in my dream
i'm sitting on a hallstand
calling you in the dark
to say: guess what?
(actually i say: you can have two guesses. no, one.)

but it shifted
and was my own dream not someone else's
which wasn't london at all
but that tiny place in new york
at the back of nowhere
where i was
working for a cause i knew was firey right
and for people i believed in

it woke me up - my heart
it was my beating so hard
that i was sure you could hear it too