Hindsight (Summerday Page 2)

Summerday Stroll (Summerday Page 1)

Niagara Falls

I wander the busy midnight streets

Of a tourist town,

Passing by the crowded trinket shops

Filled with bright plastic people

And fast flowing cash.

I watch teenagers yell and speed by

In their parent’s expensive cars

Feeling self importance and power

Like a drug

Which deflates with age.

Cheap hookers flaunt goods which

Only cross-eyed drunks find impressive,

While they stare with empty eyes

At the dismal neon coating of their lives.

I wonder where in all the bright lights

And slanting signs

Is the Grandeur of Darwin,

As I listen to the drunks and stoners

Giving voice

To the last thoughts of a dying brain cell.

I pass a church which is more neon than holy

Offering wedded bliss for fifty dollars

And wonder when a bastion of morality

Became just one more curiosity on a tour.

A person could get lost in a place such as this

While holding a five dollar site map

And staring at a familiar street sign.

Babble Fish Soup

All answers are asking anything of anyone

Babes in baskets babbling of blubber

Corkscrewing coronets of collapsing conclusion

Deal diabolic death to devilish duos

Everyone else easily exits entering exile

Fleeing fortunes folly forward from the future

Generating glorious gallons of god-head

How headstrong has honour held our hands

Inspecting invasive inventions intertwined in interest

Just jump joyously and jack Jehovah’s Jihad

Kicking knuckles of knackered Kaisers

Lest the lazy leaches laugh at our lusty leisure

Mostly men meander meaningfully with morose mischief

Never noticing new Neanderthals napping nearby

Overwrought over-reaches overthrow our oppressions

People poach purchases populating pedestrian places

Quickly quietly the queer quicksilver quits

Regional residents resist residual remorse

Stereotypically students stop speaking to seniors

Though teachers tap toes till tomorrow is topsoil

Unless unnerved uses of universal units untie

Vices violent and victorious verging on voices

Withdraw waspish wails of whiplash words

X-rays of Xavier...

Yell yearly of your yarns of yester year

Zoom zip zap and zonk the zillions of Zion.

Then Lucy we part with a wistful smile

Awkwardness lasts for only a while

Genuine smile, no more than that allowed

Push nostalgia’s painful cloud

For all my current life I suppose I owe you a debt

It’s been so long Lucy since we once last met

Awkward glances between those that once shared truth

Surprise meeting Lucy long days from youth

Your eyes are sweeping me to think of yesterdays

Lucy your eyes are still as lovely as the sun

Life has led us both in many different ways

Hello Lucy it has been a very long time

Even long after your silky body isn’t near

Darling Lucy I will always hold your memory dear

It was only ever simply what must be

Darling Lucy it was neither your nor me

What will be left when nothing’s in your place

Is it still all right for me to touch your face

Darling Lucy how did it all go wrong

Darling Lucy where has our loving gone

But at night darling Lucy my ears hear you cry

During daylight hours there is distance in your smile

Dreams and driving all I do is try

Darling Lucy I am too glad you are still here

Little Lucy raise your head and just give me a smile

I can give you all little Lucy that your hearts desire

Let my arms fold you in

Let your hair touch my cheek

The first press of a kiss, first touch on skin

Let me touch a trembling lip, let me see your flaws

Stand still little Lucy and give us a pause

Will your heart little Lucy ever give love a chance

Little Lucy break stride and spare me a glance

Give me half a chance to see past your lies

Stop little Lucy pause a beat of your heart

Feel the blue soul inside my eyes

Little Lucy walk by and see my smile

Lucy

Question?

Food for Thought of a Wall Climbing Plant

Food for thought of a Wall Climbing Plant

Alabaster echoes of new anxiety

Whitewashed over fences of violation

Ivory carvings of hopes and dreams

Pearlescent in a setting sun.

Ebon eyes staring from dead dreams

Shadowed wonderings of anxiety

Charcoal wastelands within ideas

Leached out highlights of dead fashion.

I can taste your true colours

And it is brutal bruise blue

Under a rainbow of indecision

Do you wonder what is true?

Kaleidoscope memory of a time now gone

Rainbow visions never heard of in song

Incandescent imaginings lost in a fog

Khaki ambitions running in the wood

Tunes of muted neon

Fading to shades of prayer.

I am the turpentine upon canvas

We are the scissors cutting life’s magazine

Creating a mosaic of inter-personality

They are the implements of inter-invention

And you will never be worthy

Because you cannot see the palette

Attempted Reality

The Morning Sky

The Morning Sky

Her gentle touch, her heartfelt sigh,

All things remembered with the mourning sky.

Her smile was peace, her hopes set high,

All things forgotten with the mourning sky.

Her boisterous laugh, with wit as sly,

All things brought back with the mourning sky.

Her passion held close, in your heart held nigh,

All things once loved with the mourning sky.

Heartache and pain, in caring do try,

All things so sorrowed with the mourning sky.

Her love and her spirit, with a tear in your eye,

All things held so dear with the mourning sky.

Her memory held close, her soul lost to the sky,

A morning to whisper one final goodbye.

Self Images

Just a picture so I can learn how this all works... more to come.