On a decision

On a decision

We cling to the silly details in life
and stand in wonder waiting for the airplanes
to dry: the airport is closed because
the planes needed to be washed.

We cling to the silly details in life
and shiver, breathlessly
as we but slowly realise that the signs
were right: there are no hard shoulders along
this road right to the end.

We cling to the silly details in life
and so you ask me blatantly
do I want my stuff sent
and thus never see you again
or meet up and talk.

Apparently, there is no difference
between life and tea.

It's either black or white.

The emotion that almost startles, as if happiness had failed

The emotion that almost startles, as if happiness had failed

This southern gentleman in a yellow suit

passes me by in Westminster

mumbling “njenjenjenjenje” and looking me directly

in the eye.

People do that.

I think he’s an idiot

playing a different kind of idiot

and I really think it doesn’t

take one to know one.

Meanwhile, the child’s kite flies

as it skips rope down the street

and I laugh

into the pillow of my unbelievable luck.

Holding a Door

Holding a Door

Sometimes you actually see the ripples and waves
but most of the time you just feel them like
some slurry handwriting or
a language you've not yet fully figured out.

But you

you walked in a straight line
until you hit the shadows
and I guess you've just dropped by to
deceive me.

- Well then, we may just as well go and
eat molluscs.

Circled by bums in the park reading
quality newspapers, drinking the magnetism of words

my fake casio watch tells the hours as
we arrive.

But the galleries are empty
selling their cold expensive gaze into
the empty face of the past
and it's hard to tell exactly what's the merit in all of this.

But we all know
the sky's full of stars
even when the sun is shining.