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Space to Move

Older lady in some agitation

Halfway inside the doorway

And halfway on the street

She beckons for help with one hand

The other keeping tight hold of a man incapacitated

She is telling him off for being difficult

He was refusing to get into his wheelchair

She instructs me to hold his arm

While we position the chair

Eventually he angles himself in slowly, securely

“He thinks he can walk more than he can”

She explains

“I can!” he adds

We say goodbye

And they both look happier

Than they did when I first saw them

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Triskaidekaphobia

1. A Fear of the number 13
2. Friday 13th.
3. Unlucky for most
4. Who witness this
5. Dumber One
6. Assault on the senses.
7. Another old Greek word is
8. Demagogue
9. But the more modern
10. Douchebag
11. Says it just as well
12. And Shouts louder
13. On July 13th

 

New Orleans no.1

Jenga in the hotel lobby
Brass bands in the street
Towers get built up to the sky
And knocked down on repeat

There’s plenty of conflict
And an ongoing war
But here the hand grenades
Are for throwing from bar to the floor

 

Like an abandoned shopping trolley in the breeze

Like an abandoned shopping trolley in the breeze

He moves back and forth on the bench

Shuffling his notes around

Waiting to speak

The time doesn’t arrive

He moves back and forth on the bench

Folded

Folding arms
In wait of an unexpected unwant
Form and context
Leaves them in struggle
How to portray the thoughts
That appear unbidden
Without giving away
Every last detail of misgiving?

A dog barks somewhere
And a hand is raised
The game play changes
But the rules remain
Arms become outstretched

Ambition

Working on ideas
New ambitions
New missions
New ways to clear out the cistern
Transform the system
Filter out the noise
From outside speakers
Bent double-time in scriptures
A pointless so-ill-oquy
That tarnishes the hi-fi
And chucks blue dirt in blind eyes
This journey needs a new compass
Because we need to see
North from South
Up from Down
Right from Left and Right from Wrong
All wrong and no mistaking
No more cries or bellyaching
Things cannot remain the same
Things cannot continue as they are

Repeats

Putting the pieces together
And then taking them apart
Frustrated by symmetry
And a semblance of art
When all around is confusion
And chaos on demand
The schedule is nightmare
A sentence without remand

I’d like to change the picture
And bring it more in line
But as you know tracking’s touchy
And the bells don’t always chime
Whether we like it or not
This shit’s always on repeat
So don’t bother with the timer
It’ll be on again next week…

Snap or Chat

Snap or Chat
Chat or Snap
Face or Book
Book or Face
Worth a Look
Try to Talk
It’s not Compressed
It’s Worth a Look
Chat or Snap
Face or Book

City

In the shadow of Etna
We live, work, die and love
Threat and power loom over us
As a reminder of what could be

But possibility does not impede
Instead, it inspires
To take the time we have
And use it – here and now.

All change

All change

Went to sleep in 1995
Woke up in an ‘exciting urban development’
All change, all change

Bringing back the pieces
Time travel in your own lifetime
All change, all change

Focusing outwards
A script for now
All change, all change

Fleeting glimpse
Memory fail
All change, all change.