season of maple

the trees call unto your eyes
make you seem unwise
make you hear it lie
tears flow from the bottom of the pool
finding faults in the afternoon
lonely hearts wait for the phone to ring
but those entranced by doves

walk into the dark arcade
drawn in by your love
and falling under
branches waving at the wing
losen its shift between the skin
its silent when it drops
its going down a lot
there is nothing you
can do
it is going to
take you without
you
doing anything

walk into the dark arcade
drawn in by your love

branches waving at the wing
losen its shift between the skin
its silent when it drops

Tolerate

Look your brother in the eye and
be please with him

Your brother goin' to die
or see you die first if you unlucky

but with a smile
at your memory

with the gift
only eyes can give

Money

A small stream is caught by the frost and this locks everything up
and everything kind of dies right at that point

spending money is pointless

fatigue is stray in the columns of spreadsheets
accountants are shooting out their teeth
one by one they fall like flies each Friday
favour falls like the leaves burnt by the first suggestion
the sun may fail they glow red to keep warm
during the end of the begining, there remains a sense
like the smoke of battle fresh to the nostril
the fallen still risking all for the final moments of
glory in the eyes of those who matter

Spending money is so necessary
you buy things on the way home from the office
credit is tight but so are the shop keepers
there are queues for the newspapers
there are gardens that get sold by the feature
not by the measure of the garter on a feather
or a gown of hard cash treasure all swelling
like a bubble of inflation
pop it and its trouble
a conflagration

leave it to grow on its own
and soon it alters the landscape
like the oven alters the cake

kept by itself it evaporates.




May 16 11:57pm

A stamp carefully placed on the table
not remembered caught by wind
and taken over room to corner
waiting bait for the vacuum cleaner
then his panic and the host
recognising Victoria
bending down to be found
holding it by that most
peculiar border
unfortunate time as
the last breath let go
a wish held fast
inside right fist
consider the head
was heavier than last
feather dead
fast past