Sunday, June 14, 2009

Learning not to swim

I'm all at sea but that's ok
it's not that I am not at home
it's good to swim then turn and float
between the water and the air
and feel the surface like a skin.

If I should dream of hot, dry land
it's not that I would wish to walk
or run or dance but only
lap against the shore and feel
it's marvellous, alien permanence.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

keep on swinging
from hope to hope
it's a circus
but hey,
you're still flying

Tuesday, June 02, 2009

conspiracy theory
the surveillance camera
turns a blind eye