Tuesday, 15 December 2009

The drifter

By the time it hit twenty
I knew it was now
But all that came was a silence
To furrow the brow.

Only an echo that moseyed
Its way in from the back
Dragging its heels
To reveal a distant lack...

Of something much better
Something far more profound
But never quite realised
Its depth run aground.

Monday, 14 December 2009

The farce

Oh what a fandango
Marched through by a farce
What is this merry waffle
Making all such a larf?

Book me that ticket
Take me there, go
To that place of the pharaohs
Where some truth can bestow,

A grand gesture of grace,
A great speech of the depth,
That the blasé prankster
Is left crippled, bereft.

Sunday, 13 December 2009

The ordinary

So much to gain
So much to lose
Perhaps the real challenge
Is just having to choose.
Absorb it all, languish
Or really press play,
Seek out the other
Who will not ask that you pay,
To look beyond the ordinary
To step outside the gate,
To seek the real thing