My Saviour
A semi-epic poem featuring pop guns, ice capades, surfing, the collapse of all known universes, Carlos CastaQuixote, the Mona Lisa, the Cheshire Cat, Jack Nicholson and possibly Satan……
Poems
Enantiodromia
“In the greatest tension, the greatest creation,
and the greatest creation is the gravest danger,
and destruction is tension held taut beyond limitation…
FLAME OF CHANGE
WELDERS FLAME
FLAMES TO BURN THE PAST AWAY”
A spoken word piece on creativity, tension and transformation layed over an accidental funk improv.
The Casa Dentata
There was once a village where no one ever fought.
Conflict was outlawed.
When angry the villagers counted to 10,
or 20,
or 30,
or as long as it took,
for their anger to pass.
In this silent village
the silent children roamed
with sticks and stones,
switch, switch,
swack, swack,
annhilating every living thing in their paths…
Replacing the Sunrise
We crossed the water – shed – tears. Now the river flows the other way, the tide turns over turns our universe, and the sun rises from another horizon. – Indigenous Rights Circle, KAIROS Circle fest, May 2012 I overheard a fragment of a conversation, “…replacing the sunrise…” – moved me…
Replacing the Sunrise Read More »
We hang up our hearts
We hang up our hearts but the wind blows through the strings. We hang up our bells and the wind blows and makes them ring. We hang up our hearts but the love blows and I hear them sing.
We hang up our hearts Read More »
Cocoons
The abstract heirlooms in which our infant minds are wrapped, swathed and swaddledare like cocoons;perceptual wombs which may,initially,protect, prepare, and secure us,but may,eventually,contain,then condition,then regulate,then restrain,then constrain,then restrict,then constrict,then strangulate,then finally entombthe revelation of possibility. Unable to fulfil their metamorphosis the cocoons corrupt.Fledgeling minds wither within eggshell tombs.Their aborted blooms,well preserved,are quickly conveyed to serve
Function Follows Form
Where fiction enlivens fact, where the imagination gives rise to the empirical, where art precedes science, function follows form.
Function Follows Form Read More »
Silver Salmon
Silver Salmon O good song, drop down my throat into my heart of sound and dangle my soul over my dark vibrato. Crack my armour, melt my stones, down in that dark heart I’ll sing my way home. – I cough and I hack what’s holding me back then the air rushes into my lungs.
What we care for most
What we care for most is what we’re most likely to fight for. Ain’t it strange how caring turns into fighting. What we love most is what we’re most likely to fight for. Ain’t it strange how loving turns into fighting.
What we care for most Read More »
The Mouse that Roared
They say ‘silent as a mouse’ , but there was once a mouse still more silent than that for this mouse never even opened his mouth. But make no mistake, there was good reason for this; the mouse knew, from experience true, that if he opened his mouth not a peep would come out, not
The Mouse that Roared Read More »