dread never taught

in near sleep of this night

lonely stars are less bright

and the distance hides cries

as the wind whispers lies

sense a menace is near

must contain any fear

tender heart cannot rest

pounds inside on the chest

steal each breath short and fast

any one could be last

then the world becomes still

feel the pressure, the thrill

voice secured by a hand

eyes surveying the land

next an aching begins

in a head full of sins

this is dread never taught

with no maker’s support

last defences run thin

feeling warmth on cold skin

neither wire nor blade

yet so deep a wound made

though well spent is the dream

cannot muster a scream

©2010 Hey Hey

Motes and Multiverses

Knowing of the truth

But not understanding it

Is a disadvantage of the gifted

For, while the inebriated can have passion

The depleted faith

And the medially aware peace

YOU are insincere

With YOUR pretence of formulae

And theories

YOU are deeply troubled

Having incalculable infinities

And physical-less worlds

Of motes and multiverses

Only thought is truth

And WE all have thought

©26th June 2010 Hey Hey

tethered

are we hand in hand

connecting the humanity

across insanity

or, do we fall like sand

through a maze

of incumbent days

in this reality

of tethered brevity

where are you

within the spell

that fabricates the true

where is this

it can’t be hell

for nothing is amiss

or is the truth

so aloof

hey, if this is tethered

why is here so weathered

yet, in the abyss

where we all piss

is the face of love

perhaps, hand in hand

across this imagined land

we cry tears, thereof

©23rd June 2010 Hey Hey

slightly out of focus

to survive the repercussions of the day

by letting boundaries drift away

it sometimes seems

through dreams

that rivers flow

what ‘ere you know

so soften the edges of passing hours

else unavoidably some clouds will end in showers

or prospect for time in thought

which, maybe, is not what it ought

still, while the clock hands cross

consider that moment’s loss

perhaps tis true whatever this hocus-pocus

the world is slightly out of focus

©21st June 2010 Hey Hey

Of 'More'

How elusive

And yet, is subtly unobtrusive

This reality in flight

Of condensed light

A theory to bind

Then, truth of a different kind

For whenever you look

Oh fuck

It’s not what you saw

But gives you more

So, to understand

In this strange land

Where limits are only ‘thought’

Think not what we ought

©8^th June 2010 Hey Hey

prose

since taking up the pianoforte
his time for looking out of the window
has diminished
which is a pity
for the world out there
is immeasurably more musical
than he is


he was equally unsuccessful with food
as eating left no time for excursions
thus, the regular weekly shopping trips
were cancelled
the larder contracted
his weight declined
and he was always hungry


you probably anticipated the next predicament
it involves poetry, of course
rhyming became such an arduous task
that he deteriorated into free verse
then short lines united
to form paragraphs
and the inevitable result was prose
©7th June 2010 Hey Hey

a fatal blow

a slice of raw

nothing more

to hush the kill

with just a little thrill

a tiny paw

nothing more

quick

take your pick

add to taste, the spice

delicious, nice

hic

take your pick

swallow

into the hollow

drink your fill

take the pill

then follow

into the hollow

dance so slow

but don’t you know

they came so soon

under the moon

a fatal blow

but don’t you know

©1st June 2010 Hey Hey