when

when

uncertainty looms as certainty in the grey sky
of this clay dry
day
since you went your way

and sitting here
midst the depths of unclear
i don’t know
the show

with the remoteness that is no coming home
and the numbing tomb
of all the words said crass
cutting to the bone like lazy, shattered glass

bound here
till i disappear
in smoke
a fate to surely choke

still, the grey has beauty in
each fold of clouds, where sin
could likely drift away
just as you left that day

here
with every passing year
is dust
motes of all did trust

doubtlessly, the days of qualm must pass
and as the stars amass
your parts will whole again
the question merely when

©2012 Hey Hey

no fear

flying with the words again
and as the breathing pauses, when
she takes me to the edge of here
where there is no fear
no time for distance
moreover existence
only for lips to barely touch
not even that much
then I know this is complete
someplace the angels meet
and she has control of the very light
making all there is so right
join us in this place
bring the human race
live for now
and understand how

©2012 Hey Hey

racing pace

In this racing pace of night
Is the face of real
The times, the crimes, the dues
The kissed, the missed, the blues

In this interlude twix breath
Is the dark of peace
The fire, desire, now gone
The sleep, the leap, the none

In this reminisce of vita
Is the awareness of trust spent
The pain will remain the power
The crass might pass this hour

In this sober room alone
Is the solution to atone
The door or floor instead
The substitute; so dilute it’s dead

©2012 Hey Hey

celestial fires

as sunshine carries the real light away
striving to reach the darkest grey
here, a gentle breeze
caresses new leaves on distant trees
and sparkling beams pause to wait
escaping once more their synthetic fate

this is the time of all that transpires
the lives, the loves, the celestial fires
the warm earth blessed by the bluest skies
forever suspended by the joy in your eyes
as true as fortune never misses
come twilight, guides the sun its kisses

and then there are stars painted uniquely for sleep
casting spells over worlds, to infinite keep

©2012 HeyHey

in but a day

midst the quiet time, just born
the first occasion of this morn
life songs, they sing a different tune
mellowed by thee, waxing moon
and still in slumber, love she lies
angelic dreams behind closed eyes

in but a day she came so far
for yester was mere ember star
the hours cast spells, implanted mind
already charmed, uniqueness, kind
absorbed of ether twix all souls
transforming passion, different roles

what might awakened spirit muse
as world and light, enchanted, fuse

©Fri 4th May 2012 HeyHey

yes you

as the words flow like blood like tears
life words lifeblood life tears
then so do the pictures of them of you
and the rain did not wash the air or land
of this or that or then or now
how could it
how might it
why should it
for they for you for this
couldn’t be
could never be
could ever be
washed away diluted diminished
all there is is they is you is this
as the words flow like blood like tears
the words are this are they are you
yes this yes they yes you
yes you

©2012 Hey Hey

again

exhale such words to become the air
and be surreptitiously everywhere
once breathed, are the very time and space
that put each moment into its place
if you can bother
here comes another
fitting tightly in the box that Pandora kept
but others would open, then wept
for the truth of it remains
as it runs slowly through your veins
here is now and when
forever could be here again

©2012 Hey Hey

Taking the Piss

Just another afternoon
Blazing sun
Almost hot (behind glass)
Another cold mind
Behind red eyes (for all to see)
Then come the words
And, as you know, sound dominates
Even for the indifferent
And it all changes
It all rearranges
The words of no return
Into the grey stuff … they burn

What an afternoon
Not to repeat very soon
There’s not much more to tell
Except it must be similar in … hell
Breathing in, and out
Taking one step
In front of another
Eating, drinking
Taking a piss, in private
Taking the piss, in public
There must be more
Than this

©2012 Hey Hey

There it is.

Forever is such a short spell
in dreams,
twix elevation and repatriation.
Then come the realities,
not withstanding the enigmas,
where actuality, midst perpetuity, is now.

Perhaps only the prohibitive
can realize the nature of extracorporality,
the bloodless journey t’ward the hell of life,
the truth,
for blood is cheap
and deliberations are not.

So who are you to define love,
the agony
and the vastness?
Such that smiles dissolve
when eyes open,
and there it is.

©2012 Hey Hey

You and I

The bits that fall,
they say it all,
for entropy
is the new, well, ‘me’,
where bonds are gone
and ‘I’ am none.
A unity
that sets each free,
a universe,
no more rehearse,
for this is it,
not just one bit.
You and I,
we are the sky.

©2012 Hey Hey

Aftermath

When the moon shines like silver through
the frozen air, like a new
life, a time to break free
a downsize for me

This digitized aftermath
Now here’s the wrath
Gone are the handheld celebrations of
Existence, and love

Yet here, still
Discovering passion, and the will
To unite the old with the new
As so many becomes so few

Then comes the day
No more, no way
The starful nights and blue, clear
Hours are gone, I fear

They arrive twix your stride
With no time to hide
Will the moon shine like silver again
And if it rises, when
        
©2012 Hey Hey

Only This

Only This

When things fall apart
And there’s no fresh start
Don’t focus on disabilities
Rather, think of the recycling possibilities
From stars, whence we came
To become more of the same

As the dusk of being approaches
And the very deepest blue encroaches
Take heart in the white light
That final spark, a neurological sprite
Awareness in decline
A dreamlike sign

Crossing over is no imposition
Instead, a considered ambition
A journey toward reality
Facing actuality
Where memories are you
And only this was true

©2012 Hey Hey

It's Time

It’s Time

Even my friend Steven
Has a reason to countenance treason
Discussing his plight
Almost every night
Eventually convinces even princes
That the way, today
Is dire, so they conspire
To correct the wrongs in retrospect
To light, ignite
The media
And, as you’ll see my dear
The world will rearrange
Yes, it’s time for a change.

©2012 Hey Hey

if you dare

outa there
when the calm takes over, and share
yes share the skies
see how she flies
and know
let’s show

it’s jimmy; he never goes
and the time flows
like sand
all across the land
i see you follow
in every tomorrow

but i can’t stop this feeling
tho i can touch the ceiling
now comes the word
it was never so absurd
its the spell of her
blessed be the blur

so tell the souls
whoever controls
that this is the age
to turn the page
then smoke the air
if you dare

©2012 Hey Hey

Any Random Number

When random numbers catalyse the reaction of visions with thought,
or harmonies arouse memories of occasions with nought,
then there can be freedom, a pause
midst the turmoil and its cause.
The dangers disappear
though they are so near.

And here we sit
in the stink and shit;
the bodies that were,
those that did dare
to speak, when others fell
into their hell.

So the numbers stream,
and while it might seem
that more is less,
there will be redress.
How could they be forgotten,
for they are our begotten?

Why should ten there be one here, or fractions?
Why do our reactions
gainst nightmares in the sun
only put us on the run?
Can we not calculate
an end? Or is it too late?

If chance be the denominator
then what part of morality will be the attenuator?
Perhaps the vastness of this place
or the timelessness of the race
will serve to temper the truth conveyed by mischievous mathematicians,
else this could be timeliness; enter magicians.

©2012 Hey Hey

nothing

Why would I want to know that kids eat free?
Is it just me,
or do questions like that only apply to them?
Not to condemn
those that ask.

When teeth are clenched so tight that my head aches,
what still makes
me tick
when the wick
has burned out?

Tears are merely the void,
an attempt to avoid
the inevitable,
only agreeable
to those that know …

nothing.

©2012 Hey Hey

Fleisch

Eating in the afternoon
Eating under a cerise moon
Eating rare in the dark of night
Eating fleisch is always right

Sitting there under the stars, some shooting
Watching the little boys and girls go looting
I began to ponder on the luminosity
Of the power, and its futile pomposity

But hey, I put time aside and took a break off
To force the fleisch until it made me cough
Another day of the dripping soul
Sustenance to make me whole

The stars remained much as they were
Not quite enough light to read by, but they don’t care
I like that attitude, it’s just dandy fine
It reminds me lately alike as mine

So the story goes on, (with a snack to peck)
I splutter with the red stuff, but what the heck
Now listen well to this yarn of old
It features fleisch, it’s often cold

Those who say, “This is what to do.”
Are the very carriers of fleisch to you
So as they stress, “No vote should waste.”
Lick your lips, for they’re the taste

Of future’s change, not their domain
from ripping teeth they’ll feel the pain
And let them see who takes the bite
As they enter endless night

©2012 Hey Hey

Vignette

This vignette of me
is all you see.
But there’s more
here, not just this lonely bore.
Look toward these eyes.
That’s no reflection of the skies,
it’s the world inside,
a truth that I hide.

Between the drops of rain
is where to leave the pain.
In the sparkle of stars
and the passage of scars
is the reason for now
and the story of how.
Gaze deeper into these orbs.
Understand, as your realization absorbs.

Then there’re the days,
fleeting, but in such different ways.
The ones when heavy is not enough
to describe how tough.
Others remain forever
and some are missed altogether.
Yet here you are in my today.
Are you transient, or will you stay?

©2011 Hey Hey

Fuse

As the kundalini exposed this tide turning
and the bare bones with a fire burning,
who was painting the sky?
(And why?)
While sprinkling the world with treasure,
without measure,
the day has come;
an end to the sum.

Now you are here, stay a while.
But there is a cost for each smile,
so bare your heart with trepidation
and not for the nation.
Bare it for yourself, be free.
Fuse, resemble the sea.
For dreams only separate sleep
from the cold, eternal deep.

And as you dance, breath deep.
Not only is air cheap
but it will never be so pure again,
through not the labour of men,
rather, the world becomes an age
when there is no other page.
Then, as for you,
its time is due.

©29th December 2011 Hey Hey

Betrothed

As life becomes an empty tome,
clear water, hot, it feels like home,
does bath away the leaving sting
and sets the scene where angels sing.
Next comes a scratch, the perfect spell
to see it all you know so well.
The palette fills with shades of then,
yesterdays unwrit with pen.
Nonetheless, there go the cast
of plays unfolding, true at last,
afore no ears or eyes to see
what really was the best of thee.
This vision is as abstract can,
asphyxiation’s only plan.
Now lays amidst an ocean, clothed
in all that ever was betrothed.

©8th December 2011 Hey Hey

End of a Day

A day comes to its end again
And now it’s time to work the doleful pen
Whether the malaise of a child
Or crowds running wild
The words are never short
This is a fearful sport

The melancholia of music conducts a draft
Of libretti, whilst I sit on this sinking raft
Not even the darkness can hide
The truth, for it’s reach is far too wide
So here comes the sorry story
In it there is no glory

The morning broke afore the light
For me the commencement of my day was night
It seems not even the splendour of the rays
Would materialise to avert the awakening of a critic’s gaze
And there was an immediate reason for my pen to shed blood
The devil, on my very head he stood

What news of slaughter or of famine to whet my appetite
What could be better to examine, careful lest it bite
For morning tunes are misleading
Only serving to delay the bleeding
And once the blue blood makes to start
Caution to the wind and with the words depart

So into the day I came
Another, but not the same
For this was tempered by the drug of sleep
Not efficacious in the night but for now to keep
Massaging with a hand so divine
I might imagine that the touch was mine

Nevertheless my duty was to record
As much gore and misery as I could afford
And there was no shortage for to please
As soldiers, babies, innocents fell to their knees
Imploring with their outstretched arms
That I must diligently record their harms

And so, I tell you, raise all hell in streets
Describe, as I do here, each time a tyrant beats
Make images resound and sounds for imagination to never sleep
Do as I say, lest complacency your fate shall reap
The very agonising experience your fellow humankind does feel
For this is not some dream or mirage, this is real

The day was long and as always grey
Even when the sun does shine, it alone can never clear the way
We and only we are able to make good
To do as righteous men and women should
Take heart though, there is movement in the shade
For even from shadows are souls made

Where did the phrases go, the page might well be blank
Was this a trick of time, a nefarious prank
When I woke, intentions were to solve
The troubles of the world, the human mind evolve
Yet here I sit, merely transcribing verses that are bespoke
Whilst officialdom still has its hands around my neck to choke

And what of you
Or did no reader have the will to chew
These fleeting words, then spit them on the fire
Of vengeance, rebellion, shouting from the spire
My hope is that one set of eyes did read
Result of which this mutiny shall feed

©27th November 2011 Hey Hey

All We Have

All I want to do
is to see the buds unfold
and know I lived another year.
For time is all we have;
not continually as in dreams,
but within this small fragment of forever,
given through grace of being.
Not to understand;
rather to explore
and to empathise,
simply with the way things are.

Looking upon the sky,
I see all I need to know.
Whether in the time of day,
with the clarity of blue
or abstract folds of white.
Else when the sun has past
and celestial acquaintances
beckon surreptitious glances,
lest their secrets be revealed.
For time is all we have
and this is that time.

©2011 Hey Hey

Poème

a tale of trouble
that bursts the bubble
and woe
you know
the kind where
the lover’s tiff
or a dampened spliff
makes days away
too sad to stay

then a dream to comfort me
perspectives to see

a poème for all time
or merely rhyme
to save a soul
take a part and make it whole
but then comes the thought
and once again it’s caught
in a world of word
that is so absurd

how does a communiqué
pave the way
how does prose
show one knows

©2011 Hey Hey

2exist

is life an existential twist
i think therefore am i deceived
do you, or even i, exist
what is out there, how is it perceived

is existence, or non-existence, real
in the mirror, who looks back at the homunculus
does he know how I feel
are there actually only pebbles or really calculus

is sleep the examination to pass before death
halfway between this world and no other
does life stop between each taken breath
how many lives is foetus in mother

to exist is to know that all is unknown
to exist is to recognise that each is alone

©2006 Hey Hey

For this is time

As the abyss seems ever closer
once more comes a calling to
look across the vastness of the past
that makes now seem everlasting
and possibilities appear limitless.
Then the music takes me on a journey
that only life can exclaim,
a passage through wonder
behind closed eyes
with no ticking clocks or rising suns.
Now, in this everland
materialise meaning and contentment,
and with consummation comes
an order of clarification
and an enlightenment like no other.
For this is time,
where’er gentle or wild, ‘tis motionless
as only we know it,
a resting place in eternity,
a present within the continuity.

©2011 Hey Hey

giving

when you’ve visited a star
and seen the earth from afar
you know where it’s at man
so do what you can
take the world in your hand
each and every land
and breath the fire of living
while thinking sole of giving
then as you are absolved
enigmas will be solved

©2011 Hey Hey

Walking

……
When she said that
it was devastating.
Like a cat,
I was merely waiting.
Who’s low?
No,
it’s not the whiskey talking,
it’s me; I’m walking.
These days,
always,
perpetuity,
continuity,
ambiguity,
no acuity.
On the roof was quite.
Maybe I could try it again;
but when?
This is a time to take,
not give.
To make,
and live.
So how?
Now?
Why is it always too soon to make a decision?
Fear of derision?
Some people just go for it.
When things are this shit
maybe a course of action
might diminish
the dissatisfaction.
Start a reaction.
If nothing else, be a distraction.
Help finish
what I started;
satisfy the departed.
But this is me;
free.
I’m mobile,
igile
infantile.
It’s been a while
since the last
discourse.
Of course,
the past
could never last.
……

©2011 Hey Hey

Forever

It seems like forever since
anyone could convince
me that ever began
or there was some kind of plan,
fate-like
or Third Reich;
whatever.
How clever
of a race
to put in place
such complexity
as this ‘time’ with its perplexity.
Let’s look at what transpired
in this universe so neatly wired.
First there was a mind?
Maybe not this kind
but for sure to contemplate
and appreciate
the firmament,
this ether and its full extent,
such grey as could transduce,
and quantify, reduce.
Then a pinch of evolution,
who knows how much to provide an inkling, toward solution?
Remaining as organic will
or necessitating androidogenous pill?
Still, must be a plethora of schemes,
including dreams.
Who cares, so long as means toward the end?
Needs must, then all should blend.
Where stand we now, how far the road to task,
is this the time to ask?
If time should evaporate,
what might be an eventual fate?
Without the now to see,
how could be data free?
Or space,
the place
where lovers state
their bond and procreate?
Is there life without the ticking clock
or view to take the stock?
Perhaps that is how forever hides;
how fate, existence abides.
For sure as futures have disappeared
now into the real, so weird
we go,
our futures show,
or perhaps the past,
apathetically aghast.

©2011 Hey Hey

Smoking jazz

Concluding that days must end,
‘when’ becomes the question central,
my friend,
literal.
“But,” you say,
“days are humanistic,
not deterministic.”
“No way!
Days are here, as fractions of forever.”
“Whatever.
Let’s take one step hither …
Not to dither,
divisional propensity
(Thinks, “Here comes the philosophical intensity.”)
can be physically resolved.”
“Perhaps, for those absolved
of spirituality.”
“So, where do we rest,
in perpetuity?”
“At best,
we have a starting point at now.”
Whilst smoking jazz to allow
thoughts to flow
ethereal,
we know
that nought is material, or immaterial.

©2011 Hey Hey

When The Strength Wanes

Sometimes
The strength wanes
And it’s too late
For the sun to warm
A heart
But the twilight
Won’t go away
So where do you go
What do you do

In the shadows
The music doesn’t stop
Nor the pictures
As a heart
Still beats
And the blood
Still rushes
Though yesterday will endure
Tomorrow must appear

For your light
In the dimness
Makes a whole world
Complete
Justified
The butterfly’s wings
Are you
Forever
Is you

©2011 Hey Hey

minutiae of home

the dazzling days in sparkling sun
of never ending summer fun
or whistling window nights in bed
when covers covered every head

perhaps the drifting supper call
so warm, and comfort in the fall
then times near sleep upon a knee
to hear the words too tired to see

surrounded at the table’s grace
nowhere to turn without a face
of smiling joy, for you are there
time passing slowly, have no care

to fill another boundless tome
wherein minutiae of home

©2011 Hey Hey

come and go

days come and go
though might be long, some never show
and when the covers shield the light
they help attenuate the plight

faces come and go
there will be some you never know
but just one smile can turn it bright
and for a moment hide the trite

lives come and go
most, unlike the breeze will never blow
for wanderers seeking black or white
will often only find the night

sleep will come and go
helping life to pace the flow
and when the noose is feeling tight
come dreams of bliss to put things right

©2011 Hey Hey

of this

not by grand design
nor accident
this sign
could that it paves now the way
for salvation
or simply may
be sent
for procrastination
like the rest
of this
the worst, the best
the piss

©2011 Hey Hey

better good

a smoke, in times of old
large whisky so i’m told
to warm the hearts and minds
to keep the different kinds
but now we have to jibe
at those who might imbibe
a pipe is peace no more
one over, here’s the door
how could the smiling end
and stranger be no friend
why did the rhymester frown
the jester lose his crown
for all, the better good
or maybe we all should

©2011 Hey Hey

for who

to write this song for who
and those they never knew
whilst cycling in the sun
descending, on the run
a dusty sidewalk rest
now see us at our best
two lips became all four
if not of past now sure
a day that was unfair
to those who were not there
the music’s oxygen
no limits, where or when
forever in our eyes
the blue of summer skies

©2011 Hey Hey

midst these icicleworks

this sound
of the wind
in an empty skull
resembles the howl of a wolf
the cry of a life
and when the molecules settle
so time freezes
as does love
in the grey
the gaps
still, might a dream
survive
midst these icicleworks
could the rime layer melt
eyes to see
perhaps for a reason
or given purpose
suchlike hearing
this sound of the wind
in an empty skull

©2011 Hey Hey

the earth is you

waking to an amber morning
and musical smoke
winding the same song
as when we slept
upwards
skywards

the clearest daybreak
through misty eyes
is a rousing dream
of the new
the past in the now
and how

then I saw
a star in the east
but I’m no magus
and you’re no hypnotist
still, wanderer, one thing is true
the earth is you

©2011 Hey Hey

dues

o my friend I got my dues
or did I simply get the blues
perceiving all there was to see
it wasn’t much yet it was me

and so I sit here musing when
it could be soon but transpired then
for more than often laughter said
this is a dream and you’re in bed

but fantasies don’t make it real
that pleasure pal is how you feel
as always though one has no choice
for what you hear is not your voice

thus dues are all you have to sum
counting til the time will come

©2011 Hey Hey

letters

letters from
the kind that bite, the bills, the fright
or those that waste, that have no taste
worse, those that tell of friends in hell
but some might be the very start
of matters pertaining to the heart
letters to
dear sir or madam, pleased to say
i saw your lottery win today
and should you have the spare to share
i too could be a millionaire
‘tis only fair
letters of
announcement conviviality
your presence sunday next for tea
or maybe sit in pews on right
for son at last his troth will plight
but better mend a friendship’s lack
over fine cigars and old cognac
 
©2011 Hey Hey

When your life ends politicians can go to hell

Laying motionless in the heat,
contemplating the psychedelic treat.
Levitating in this darkness; a comfortable room
(that might be a sardonic tomb).

Behind eyelids, a world oblique
has an essence of Angélique,
and shows what could be nature true …
… more colours with each turn of screw.

But as you act, o politician,
prior qualified (smiles) mortician,
the clock inevitably revolves
and no white paper ever solves.

So in this wakeful trance, I race
to find a secret smoking place;
somewhere you cannot legislate,
for wordfullness incarcerate.

Furthermore, should this sanctuary discover,
authority will not prevent my smother,
as dreams are merely in the head
and cannot be misunderstood when dead.

©2011 Hey Hey

Gift of Circumstance

Do the eyes have it, or
do the whys,
when a stare is a question?
Living within a
gift of circumstance,
can there be sincerity,
a credible answer,
or must truth
forever remain opaque?
So the response
should return from eyes?
And thus arises
the infinite reflection
of misinterpretation,
or simply not understanding at all.
Which circumstance
were you gifted?
Is it uncompromising
or did you look out
from your window
to see … that
the eyes have it?
Always the eyes.

©2011 Hey Hey

All

All

When the air that you breath is cold
And the stillness is alive
Are you

Does your essence chill with the night
Or do the stars
Light your fire

Is the rise in your throat
A palpitation of claret hue
Of realisation

Before each blink
Do your eyes catch the psyche
That is all

©2011 Hey Hey

at all

the truth of it, is not
what it seems, this lot
of which i, we, bear witness, cannot
be sufficient to
describe this
moment, that
you
are unable to
appreciate, for
this is mine
my own
unique
experience
implicitly discrete
in no time
without the space to be
yet, here
with me
inside
outside
perhaps
no side
at
all
 
©2011 Hey Hey

The Walk

The walk
Down wake street today
Was cold as ice
With few words to talk
But plenty to pay
Most not too nice

The walk
Down dark street this eve
Was far from starry bliss
Those flashing lights for squawk
And dancers to believe
Or taking the piss

The walk
Down dream street tonight
Was favour in guise
At last gone the gawk
Disappeared the plight
No dealing with lies

The walk
Down life street this ever
Was making the choice
Avoiding the hawk
Circumventing the never
Stifling the voice

©2011 Hey Hey

water

water was were she met her dream
refracting the truth
reflecting the madness
of bygone days

the floating was euphoric
her mind emptied of thought
to become weightless once more
aspiring to be just another void in time

immersion took a while
each inhalation bringing the prospect of relapse
but with the reminder of existence
came a dread of reality

the final breath was liquid purity
captured within the spell of a moment
gone was the insufferable clarity of life
and the cleansing was complete

©2011 Hey Hey

Machine

This funny machine!
I mean!
Nothing is perfect
and although we object,
the nature of existence
is merely persistence.
But nevertheless,
what a mess!
An asshole
next to a shag hole?!
And who would a head make
that suffers from a headache?

This funny machine
is so unclean!
Never mind the stench of death,
did you smell a morning breath?
The beauty through an eye
inflicted with a sty!
One might say
there is no way
that evolution could create
such a being, or even contemplate.
Yet would a god through creation
generate this abomination?

This funny machine
can be absolutely obscene!
With a dangling cock
or tits that rock!
Did you see that toe
through tight pants, you know?
Yet, I can see from a touch
on canvas, so much.
And she reaches the essence
with a note of quintessence.
This funny machine.
Do you get what I mean?

©2011 Hey Hey

In

Is the way out
to drop in, or shout?
Maybe the movie tones,
(the drones),
are ahead of us here
with the favourite genre, fear.

With enemies, who has time for friends?
Enemies, friends; it all ends
somewhere, somehow,
unfortunately never now.
Is making the best
just a test?

In the end, having dropped in,
would dropping out be a sin?

©2011 Hey Hey

Yesterday Is So Close

Strange invaders of my air
They permeate without a care
Their yesterdays are, oh, so close
But time was never this verbose
And waves, they wash upon the feet
Of almost everyone they meet
To cleanse away the dirt with spells
Made liquid gold, the story tells
Look down to see the hex emerge
And not too soon, so close the verge

Strangeness seems the order day
Will someone take the smoke away
As much as we might shout and bawl
Tis wasted, roaring, screaming, all
Opaque will be the norm from now
No-one knowing when, or how
The young, the old, eventually
Some will hear and others see
Yet there he stands, enigma true
Can he be me, can he be you

©25th April 2011 Hey Hey
For Jono

Tough Love

Spring can be tough love,
like waves caressing warm, white sand
but fracturing the backs of the running scared.
And those tentative, fragrant darlings that
break free of encapsulation,
to peek for snow.

This spring is tough love
for black and brown and yellow good nature,
with the world turning too fast.
The hangers on, hiding from debacles,
blame the gods or voters.
And all eyes miss the birth of change.

Another spring of tough love.
Once, the weather was the changing exhibition of
art in the sky and in the soil.
But this time around the paint is tainted and red:
artists run after it in the gutters;
those providing it are very still.

Spring was always tough love.
Some change never changes;
other transformation has a human smile.
So, my love, bring your possibilities
and kiss me, as I ask,
“Where are you summer?”

©2011 Hey Hey

blue dot

another universe in a box
waiting for the clocks
to start
be a part
of a new everything
where they can sing
just one word

it’s not so absurd
to yearn
while the past and present burn

it’ll transpire
(that fire)
like it or not
tiny blue dot

©2011 Hey Hey