Since some of you asked to see some stuff, I thought I'd show you how I occasionally justify my life at the moment. Make of that what you will.. :p
situation summer
chewed up in the choice of the move,
the season spits us out the other side like pips.
in search of a new life, we’re waving at neighbours
and stealing smiles from strangers; trying to make contact.
we relax in the anticipation that something will happen soon.
new rooms prickle with the heat and people speak with alien
accents in the street. what we do not say is stilted and when
she leaves every day it’s to stake a claim in something else,
performing to a crowd until she’s bought.
(muted by the mornings i stay indoors, until august is a
flush of hushed visits, unspoken agreements that i am not in.)
we’ve comfort in common until she doesn’t come back.
in the house of the man who fed me lines and called me delicate
i took a photo of two green chairs in the garden, faded and buckled
like couples breaking into each other, all the while thinking;
‘will i ever?’
architecture
there’s a symmetry in the city.
the big issue seller greets me daily
under concrete arches. between paths
and alleyways i weave between the scenes.
on weekdays the city is a collage
which thrives on wasted time.
people in strange shops flow
between sale rails, the tram lines cut
and pasted: billboards warn us to expect delays.
the city lies on a bed of love
and paper cups, plastic wrappers and
a century of smog. a cough caught inside
a sleeve, it leaves dirty fingerprints
on sleek glass surfaces as the wind
blows the city’s ribs into a creak.
we slump like the city, amidst the funk
of sodden streets and broken car exhausts
we talk of better climates, bedraggled primates
looking for a way out. when i walk past
the playground at dusk, the empty cage of
twisted metal railings closed to nature
is just a way of saying: keep reality out.
