Tide

(By Gub, the 30th of January, 2012)

The rip tide
The autumn fold
The clutching at summer
The fever's cold

Roots entangled
The gape
The yawn
The cavity
Circumference
Of tidal spawn

Flotsam,
Jetsom
Mice and men
The beach combed.

Coxwains
Dead
God rest
the men.

Blunder
On past ripples
Grey
The owl dust
Ochre
The fade
Of day

No heart for hope
Numbskull
Squall
The beach
A desert
For the herd
That suffers

The beckon
The lowing
The cloud
Ducked
Call.

My winter
My cold cold air
Frozen before
Breathe

I fall.

Interview

(the 13th of January, 2012, Sutton and Merton) 

What’s on the other side?
Will you guard Our fears? And if hope is a bird,
Will you let it nest in your back yard?
I sit still. You're asking a Fool.
You're begging a Begger.
So you want to adore
And submit to my whims
To pound me with your need
I'm a robin sitting on a fence
Surviving your winter
Is your longed-for Saviour
Riddled with doubt
And bent?

A New Unfolding

(the 4th of January, 2012,)

Time’s elastic ball stretched before us
It unravelled
We chanted meaningless songs
Bone on bone grew
And youth – a drawn out project
Was built leaping about concrete platforms
And iron bars
There were no limits
We drowned in the world’s boundlessness
Aloof and unchecked
Fearless
On summer days
Forgotten in the playground
At New Year
Midnight strangers set fireworks ablaze
In love’s arms I wished for love’s haze
This night I sit with adults
Licensed in control
To prove it they scuff the hour’s eyeball
Midnight is summoned by convention
A sterile play – tossing around of
Judgements and proclamations
Existence dressed in beige
I'm wearing feathers in my hair
Defiant in my out-of-place youth
A silently aggrieved witness
Of miss-aligned joy and age.