Sky of night, Lined and Chequered emptiness, Filled with things that have matter but don’t matter. Vast ocean, rolling waveless, churning possibilities in the minds of the tiny, Tiny bodies look for other tiny bodies in the black. Little people who feel so big -Share my tiny life with me.
Pan fast through the city and it’s brown walls
Pan fast through the wires and the phone calls
Pan fast through the pipes,
Underground the man holes, pop out through the top Torpedo
Look from the clouds Parachute,
Swan, look from the navy night, keep cool in the star’s light
Pan fast over city with a speed unfounded,
Look down, reckless, as the poor stay grounded,
Glide past the city with a soundless motion,
Swoop past the city with a clouded notion of what it’s like to be a rat there
And bear the financial weight and the grating presence of swans.
Soft Earth’s embrace
Heat rising from ground’s body
I imagine the boiling magma heart
Fall and rise in circles
Umber gold comes out in Autumn florals
Speckled warmth, dappled sky,
Colours flux and change positions
Orange shifts from tree to backdrop sky
Sun rolls downhill
Swallowed by Horizon’s mouth
Darkness rises – spectral sheet
Holes let the light through, shine.