Static

Lies in the shade,
crimson fingertips, tainted in the dry ink
on the couch at midnight,
staring at the empty screen,
remember that afternoon

Look round' the ol' house
crumbled about you
like a house of cards

Luscious smiles pasted on the desert madras,
on layered hills
like paint pots overturned

Those deceitful eyes
shining on the oasis green
just reflections in the dark

And TV goes static

frozen in the moment
crystalline
like a spider in the amber.

Mossy Banks

Wept on the lake tears

alight in dark embrace

grandiose the thoughts of those

lost in the forest

but I can see the trees

As the melody secretly floats away

on tethered hopes and dreams

watch the smoke engulf blue eyes

as the shine goes

soon we're little more than tiny figures

see there, on the silver fields - cowering in the hot shade

that's where we left frozen pride

On the way back to lake, through hands like weeds

striding tall again

so full of ourselves, we scream into the faded skies

only to awaken in the sand of our desires

in mud

the gritty beds of a vagabond

Another night by the lake,

another night of bitter roots

round the supple throat -

still in the moss,

right where we belong.