Poem

I have as much use for Winter as I have for an ashtray on my motorbike.

If I should die; that love should live and not die with me.

While reading a newspaper article on Yugoslavian conflict, I noticed a photograph accompanying the piece. It was of an old man sitting on the back of a horse-drawn cart.

Waiting on the Sun

Inspiration point- 07/01/09, 1:32pm- It was a long and freezing day.

El problema es no mas (no mass is the problem with the standard model after all)

A little philosophy

A poem for microbes in my contact lenses. I can't imagine myself wearing my lenses together with these microbes.

Telling it like it is.

A song/poem inspired by Gary Jules - Something Else.

A Passing weary thought!

A Swiss army knife is very much like a man

There is a natural law of perversity

The karma of catharsis.

To stand in front of a flower,
and feel the flicker of its eyelash,
and see the sun skip like a pebble
inside the spaces that sings between us.

And the verdure of its leaves,

Ah, your pronunciation
is a little off centre –
like a crooked portrait!
Let me push those vowels
back into place.

Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose...

Cowboy Killer (6th January, 2009, 2.24pm)

He strode in like a cold wind
blowing through my mind,
words slung from his hips like
guns, bullets ready for firing;
deadly, silver-tongued ones.

The aftermath of a love affair.

A poem of evaluation