days colours faze

night

by the waters 

in the courtyard

the reflections so bright

the shadows of stone so like

beautiful and out of this world

the screens and screens

the jars of tea 

in the tunnel

the secret tunnel place

a roof terrace 

east street

the flitting train

the rain 

in the peace garden

waging war with flowers

stoic and ardent

dampened by the grey victorian sky

the polish place

in the crummy centre

midnight
another street

another mosque

the pool

the moss

her and her and her and her

souls that spur

souls on

-just another week-

overboard, bored though

you got

10,000 ins

but even so

you know

its real tough to begin

to begin to begin

to start over

to throw the

whole load

overboard

-----------everything

sparrow death

in the crematorium chapel 

she cries quietly
in the crematorium chapel

he watches on mildly

afraid 

afraid of her tears
afraid of her tears

silently he prepares

to say the right words

but she stays rooted

there on that pew

she stays rooted
she cries for a few

hundred thousand moments

she cries for her loss,
                    for his ashes

she cries for her loss,
                               but then she catches

                                  the eye of a sparrow

his eye is on the sparrow

he whispers

his eye is on the sparrow
                human knowing
 is far too narrow

so take comfort
in knowing
                                     that you are free
upon hearing his words she
slowly rose

his eye is on the sparrow

should i stay or should I go

midnight boats

ghost

             lights

neon reflections

in the water

the wind howled

and I've been here before

just a thought

I've been here before

back then I sought

to never be here

but here I am again

alone and cold

weary and old

unable to hold 

onto the light

unable to fight 

off ----- darkness

nightmares

old fears, 

                     should I just

book a one way ticket

to the moon?

I wonder, 

                is it too soon

....to go far far away again....

nomad dream

lately,
I been thinking about you a lot
I been thinking about mongolia
                                  I wish we gave it a shot
I been thinking about the river
                                 that night
a hill, the moon was so bright
I been thinking about
                                 our long conversations
the constellations
                       above our heads,
              the field of cows,
                                  the things you said
and just

                                   stuff
     you know I meet enough
people, but none like you

I miss you

frozen icicles

a dream

     of icicles

and niagra

                                                  of times gone by

treadmill

life 

             its kinda like

being on a treadmill

running and running

speeding and slowing

but essentially 

getting nowhere

stop and stare

like a stowaway

go away

                        throw away

your numbers

accidental

 but on purpose

if only-------------- it was known before

twenty four, 

I been here before

stowaway

on buses at night

looking at the neon lights

watching the jews with tall hats

long coats all black

altogether

dreaming of forever

of zion, 

in the distance the lion

roars, 

pause

the greek music plays

it takes me to another place

but where.....

but                 where.....

          but       where...

blue tuesday

blue tuesday

dejevu

I looked up to

the pool reflections

I prayed to you

in the mosque again

I was thinking 

                 I have a long way to go

don't I?

I was thinking

just a few dozen thoughts

floating backwards

life has taught

                     me nothing

somewhere else

monday blues

a sickness runs through

too vague to speak of

but then after work

I ran for miles

I swam

I found home

the mosque at night

the full moon so bright

He is with me

                          tears streamed

my heart seemed

at peace

justtttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt

four midnights      

                            in a row in a row  in a row

five hundred chances

the distance               

                      you still have to go to go to go

the bridges 

                   you still have to cross, to cross, to cross

and you're at loss

because it's fading

like a mirage

              your visage

and communication

                               comes hard

harder than hard

but sometimes its

easier smoking

                                     and joking

and choking

                      on a memory

                         a thought unvoiced

tracing patterns

in the void

in the tibetan peace garden

                        beat the lows

all for show

                              but the show got cancelled

so many years ago

move on 

----------------------------------switch continents

there ain't nothing here for you

dangerous signs

signs 

dangerous signs

everywhere

like dogs running free

in the industrial estate

like penalty for begging 

200 pounds

like way out

upside down

signs

dangerous signs
everywhere

old habits

old habits die hard

dreaming on buses

late at night so far

from home

so far from home

to roam

to think a thought

both

equally unlikely to happen

equally unlikely

to happen

just a thought

there (nearly there)

clarity

because i'm nearly there

because i'm so close I swear

I'm so close

because this is as good

as it gets

my dreams, they let

me go there, to that place

because this as good 

as it gets

so near

two years

of this, a breeze

swimming

at ease

running

oh god please

let this feeling

last forever

let me not

throw my cap 

onto the ground

like that beautiful little jewish boy

with two curls in his hair

let me not stomp my feet

rather may I lift my arms up in the air

and run and run and run

and run and run and run

and swim and swim and swim

till I get there

let me not drown

let me get to my destination

two more years

but here

I'm nearly there

there is here

you're already there

nearly

keep going

dem folks

is it

is that what your about

posting

boasting

supposing

the world ends tomorrow

would it matter

wake up 

before they shatter

the windows

surrounding your dream

it was never about that for me

you know it

you know

it
it was never about that                            

like fools

in a single week

angel twice in a row

carving out Neanderthals

angel twice in a row 

carving out Neanderthals

at night, at night

on the shore

in the sand

at night at night

madness galore

sketching Neanderthals

in some cafe

at twilight twilight

sitting listening

wondering what to say

in the Indian YMCA

by danbury street canal

honeywood museum

and various schools

in a single week

in a single week

in a single week

close

you hugged me so tight

you almost crushed all my bones

girl, i had a feeling you might

be all on your own

like then like then like then 

all men all men all men

are they the same?

i miss you i miss you i miss you

you hugged me so tight

you said you never wanted to let go

girl you said let's go

some where, 

you almost crushed all my bones

you're with child

you're with child