blue work in a backed gallery

hanging in the gallery it was there
a blue oil pool on the wall
amidst a series in colour with blue so small
small but pure and fine
tags were on the golds, browns and greens
as people lined to breathe their size
egotistic and garish
all but blue in the corner
which lacked inflated size
that others project
it didn't force or claim
a taoist work in a commercial space
some art that played no game
a rep. which spoke
a sign that sung
a piece that gave
a work as one
furthermore it said yes.

kottke

jason kottke your fine hypertext
leaves me grasping and perplexed
reading and longing
honest and gonging
chimes for all to think
lift me out of the sink
i don't belong to this world, belong to better myself.

banana milk/lost in the supermarket

this milk is so fine
bombastic frantic searches
blueberry yoghurt and banana milk
helps me swing through town
but leaves me lost in the supermarket.

suit and tied

the pimps they stand suit and tied
talking their talk and seeing their thought
parasites one and all
but even in existential bliss
i am no better
others have saved
others have brightened days
now i just talk and move
open doors and show how to walk
mimic sounds and encourage focus
a practical hocus pocus
i miss the joy brought to those without
unafraid but alone
jeweled eaves and coppertones.

the zero decade

seeking zero point
and cosmic intergration
marketed for sixpence
caught up with which nation?
the zero decade reels skins and moans
while genius mans arcane phones
and mimicry gets applauded
originality is hissed...soon to be missed

'the world is turning, i hope it don't turn away.'

broken . com

lines were free
but i cut their worth
through stupidity
immaturity
and selfishness
lesson learned to late

leitmotiv

to get the small things
let everything else pass before
not everything that counts can be counted
not everything that can be counted counts

no balance

salient yet arcane
alone, awash
tacit, unheard
balance can come
it lies latent
it was dearly missed

bird at my window

a bird at my window
with a perfect neck
a chest with more heart than a lioness
a song to ward off cancer
some company for an empty room
a viewer with a halo

depth without darkness

depth but not darkness
unsentimental cultural compassion
vitality
movement
classless
asserting worth and diginity

elipsis

spoken speech broken throws
arrows on ground around
this indian has light footed ways
this indian has lonely days
filled with voices and words
that add to elipsis

halo

street signed marked
corners dropped
energy peaked
spheres answered
pissing in the wind
induced chaos then ignored
a selfless act?

plastic island on white day

i'm on my plastic island
as white day passes
drifting and reminding
that hopes spring with motion
but sky high views aren't a way
to touch or to seek.

say or tamu

sae or tarmu?
or just a shining flower?
40 to fly regardless

protected by wings

protected in motion
through fine actions and empathic devotion
as angelic wings mask me from harm
and blink at fate with their holy charm

fractured light

not seen by the kept
by the herded or by the swept
not seen by the greedy
by the caught up or by the needy
not felt by the switched
by the arranged or by the hitched

a fractured light ... a sacred sight ... a way to help?

balanced chaos

balance with clocks
and stencilled matresses
poster coloured in their slumber
chalk on path, a number
to harness chaos
make it move

the narrow and the slain

scrutiny from above and below
drives a train through your soul
and questions focus as not unique
and isn't worth the words to speak

flit

in logic so pure
a novel word
an expression..endure
a silent walk
glance at the sky
all hair and eyes
walking sticks
branches path bisect
music fills the gap

fluid skies

fluid skies play with her skull
tie around the waistcoat of fate
leaving little time to breath
or little space to dream