Selected poems
Night must be wound down
It's the night.
It's getting way too big.
Far too full of time.
When the night is full of time.
It can suddenly explode with ticks and tocks.
Shooting out like sky rockets in all directions.
Is it dangerous?
Dangerous, it's catastrophic.
It is the unique balance in all things.
When the night grows too swelled with time.
She takes up too much space and then what will happen to the day?
The day will be compromised.
Squashed, squelched and squeezed into insignificance by the might of night.
This is serious.
Night must be wound down and emptied of this tripping time.
It's the only way.
But who has that power?
The massive moon.
Only the monstrous meaty moon.
Can bring forth her influence.
On a night that is stretched beyond its strength.
If we sing to her.
She loves a stirring song.
Then she has no choice for the moon needs the night.
Like the night needs the moon and so on and so on and so on.
They always fight and separate.
But are drawn back in union.
The moon loves the day, but she can only stand so much light.
For she is light and she will always need the night to shine.
We all need the dark night, the dazzling day and the magnificent moon.
Each in its appointed place, time and power.
So the night must be wound down.
And we have to start now.
We must re-marry the night to the moon!
Do the deal
Please bank your youth carefully.
It needs to be banked with copies in triplicate.
Just in case.
For your youth is precious.
I know you can't see it now, but you will.
You thought you might sell it.
Sell it, what are you thinking.
Have you had no instruction?
Every child is taught.
To hold their youth like a treasure.
To cradle it in your arms and preserve it at all costs.
Listen to my counsel.
No don't talk that way.
It's worth a bit, but not so much that it can't be squandered quickly.
Where would you be then?
Yes, drunk, drugged, sexually exhausted and happy.
What then, what then?
That's it, that's all you need.
And in the days that follow?
All will change.
Your days will shrivel as your life crumbles before your eyes.
And finally you will see what you've lost
But you really want to go through with this?
As a registered dealer in misspent youth
I've given you the Government sponsored medical advice.
I can do no more.
You're sure, you're really sure?
Let's do the deal!
We could have been fabulous
Let's split it all down the middle fifty fifty.
You'd be happy with that?
Yes, it's fair I guess.
But would I