Bus tales

Bus tales 

She sat on’t sofa an lifted up er top, should see size of er!

Is it twins then?

No but maybe there’s one hidden round the back of ‘tuther!

Any idea what it is?

No but our Michaela wants it to be a girl, says she don't want another brother!

See

See

Underground anger breaks a surface, 

sulphuric bubbles bursting air to a calming wake,

background dream crashes a car and wants to fuck you really bad through grief and rage, 

different scores settle off target misdirections.

Your written intentions reflect and tear, 

journeys of comfort and tears.

A song with someone to touch you just so, to see you.

Moonset glide across morning winter sky,

streetlight pollutant bleed fade out, one by one from shadows. 

Clean, silver grey, birdsong determination calls an early dawn in relentless, 

inevitable comfort of a new day.

Travel on

Travel on

Different thoughts with people journeying all around,

Sale signs, train times, coffee to go.

I'm wishing you were alive, here and now,

With your bright smile and chaotic careless time.

Call out as this space between slips to paper thin,

Fragile moments of uncertainty, where I hear you, I hear you.

Grown

Sentient dogs and juvie seagull pleasures. 

These stones in this spot and this moment's float alone on in and out wash. 

Practice for when we're grown and time to dive for more than just the fought over trailing bladderwrack and plastic that could be crustacean shell bonus on the day.

Too long

So I knew about the demons you take with you.
Along with redefining need.
Here I am, here they are, here.
Coffee shop wisdom of youth,
humbling compassion turned to hear the care of a reckless friend who held on too long.
They new, he new, car crash inevitability looms unspoken.
Just so anyone reading into words knows,
I hold it because I couldn't land that dark spear down the centre.

Dirt

Guilt and an eye for beauty

Romanticise rail yards and dirty cups dipped back over a song

Living with Butch Losses I

Living with Butch Losses II

Beauty

While I could still walk I took the Greyline bus over the mountains to the West Coast
Waded a kilometre to Chesterman Beach through calf high floodwater
I feel her today as I sit under a Blue Moon's endings and beginnings
Touched by wonder then, be with her now.

Think

‘I’m going to the coffee shop to sit, and think strange thoughts’

‘Yeah I get that’

Not I get that like catching a cold or pain in an arthritic joint,

But ‘I get that’

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Journeys

Pass the reproductive monogamous swan pairing and golf course deals getting done
Tunnel darkness descends, brief then bursting into sun
Pain of injection over in a moment, still it hurts, too many and for too long.
Burst my eardrums AKG
come on, come on, let me free

NHS

I liked Preston because there were ducks,
Leeds was gothic art and decay, thieving plant cuttings, bad coffee and hall of fame medic photos that made sense once.
Hurry before demolition, conversion and the end of the NHS
Burnley oh rolling rr's over Lancashire women's work, grumpy no kudos neurology, overworked disrespect and parking anger.

Spring

Spring screech will tell me an old story while I comfort search a new blue backdrop for a glimpse.
None to see but tune in to something,
It's ok they're here, they're here.

Subterranean

Underground anger breaks a surface,
sulphuric bubbles bursting into air
with a calming wake, while
background dream crashes a car and wants to fuck you really bad through grief and rage,
different scores settle off target misdirections.
Your written intentions reflect and tear,
journeys of comfort and tears.
A song with someone to touch you just so, to see you.

Morning reliability

Moonset glide across morning winter sky,
streetlight pollutant bleed fade out, one by one from shadows.
Clean, silver grey and
birdsong determination calls an early dawn in relentless, inevitable comfort of a new day.