Time

1981 She sat in her chair Laughing (With concern) I’d put 27 grapes in my mouth at once And got one stuck up my nose Again   1982 She sat in her chair Sleeping (Blissfully unaware) While I dug a hole All the way to China Again   1983 She sat in her chair Pondering (With me) When I sat beside her and asked Why the sand was full of plastic Again   1984 She...

What day is it now? How long has it been? I miss my lover and my friend And while I know that it’s not quite really a sin I’ve now fallen in love With a very light wind Someone to speak with This breeze she is mine We’ll speak with each other And we’ll speak in rhyme While my body’s become A negative space Where flesh used to be And what once had a face...

Food running low. The hunter prays for a kill as he reaches into the dusty cabinet for his last handful of oats before the sun sends the shadows scattering to hide behind every rock and tree they can find. Out the window in the pre-dawn light he sees movement, but when he looks intently there is nothing. Just the grassy flat leading to the precipice over the sea.   But he can’t shake the feeling...