Talking Empty Bed Blues

My neighbors all see me stumblin home. They can see theres somethin perty bad wrong. They hear me singin the wrong kind of song. Just cause my beds been empty too long.

Walk Into Light

Close in, move out to where you want to go.. There's a crowd out there handclapping slow.. We're all powered up, switched on, the rig is tight.. Step into joy. Walk into light..

User-friendly

Do we inhabit some micro-space. and interface through wires.. Dance on a printed circuit board. throw the software to the fires.. My memory is slim -- so volatile.

Two Short Planks

Find some way to square the circle.. Feet slipping, sliding on the level.. Connect to reason, is there anybody there?. Drum it in to me now if you dare..

Trains

Here I am at the end of the day. with a cup of cold coffee. from the station buffet.. On Trains, on Trains I seem. to spend my life on Trains.. See the blue suit banker in the ticket line..

Toad In The Hole

I walk along the strand. to catch the late ride home.. Shuttle through the evening gloom. knowing I forgot to phone.. The back door's open.. There's a chill blowing in..

Rupi's Dance

She dances through the flower-filled room. Sea-green eyes a-sparking.. Or are they blue? The message clear:. Seduce the master, winking.. . Dainty feet circles inscribe.

The Waters

Pigeon Flying Over Berlin Zoo

Im thinking free - like the bird. flying over, over the animals. in the zoo. How do you do?. Whats it like to be in there? Think about it.. . Youre locked behind wires..

Photo Shop

A Morris Minor, a caf noir. Banana smoothie, snails in a jar.. Three dodgy sailors, a girl on skates. A little too muscled from doing weights.. . A family wedding, a sushi bar.

Old Black Cat

My old black cat passed away this morning. He never knew what a hard day was.. Woke up late and danced on tin roofs.. If questioned Why? answered, Just because..

The Dreamer

Not Ralitsa Vassileva

Dinner table chattering classes -. tells us all we need to know.. Like it. Lump it. Dig it. Dump it -. on your late, late show.. . And do you think youre Ralitsa Vassileva?.

The Bird

Made In England

Somewhere in a town in England. lay a babe with a curious smile.. He was of your father's children.. Born each side of a dry-stone mile.. He grew up through the schools and factories,.

Lost In Crowds

I get lost in crowds: if I can, I remain invisible. to the hungry mouths. I stay unapproachable.. I wear the landscape of the urban chameleon.. Scarred by attention. And quietly addicted to innocence..

Put Me Thru

Looking For Eden

As I drove down the road to look for Eden. saw two young girls but left them standing there.. They were too late to get home on the underground. and probably too drunk, too drunk to care..

Griminelli's Lament

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