Comfort Zone

I know you like your knitting patterns
and who doesn’t
like to stay within the loops
of their own comfort zone
it’s mostly wool that is snuggled
between the ears of most of us
and even those
that are trained brain balls of
balanced energy, clear as bells-
bare reels, ever out there
using their needles to fend off
any clinging woolly nonsense,
be leaders
in the race and in a team zone,
and never one to dwell or
be one prone to be alone but itchy
and stifled in the comfort of the comfort
zone of strangers and if that idea doesn’t fit
with one’s ideals of discomfort
then maybe you should get out more often ..or in..or something

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when to comes to kayaking
there’s always been something lacking
for me
there’s so much more one can do
with a canoe

G

cafe no lay
get on with the day
how many pairs in my queue
of shoes will I marry to
be pairs of steps to carry me
to the end
and the telly; god, he’s my age-
old man rock star, sundried
and clinging on
(or is something clinging on to him?)
he looks over
ex
posed

Team Work

prone to go to extremes;
soul impulses low vis
to man a satellite
mentally expelled
removed and revolving
remotely about any centric
situation he comes to
run to the edge of the thick of it,
rejecting the crowd
and behaving like a defector
with just enough
gravity to attract his own company
but every merry man is a band
of his experiences
add to life and be added

‘It’s this or nothing,’ said the man to the child.

Paths

My Deerboy

Shadows are handshakes and daylight
Has no chance against this alliance.
It can not stick, it peels off easily
With autumns thick thumbs rubbing.
The streets are out for everyone in except
For me and my sins; I am pedalling up hill
With even spaced orange lighting drooping
Overhead against colossal steep stone sides
Of viaducts, old infrastructure I haul, drag
My ass like tarmac up all alone a rebel
Without a car and then under this cover he
Hardly emerges. I’ve sized him, recognised him
By instinct as he goes across me like a fox,
With nonchalant directness picking his way
Through nights pockets on foot; old steps,
Crossing paths almost like we did once
When he sneaked into my life, tricked me,
Got to me, my money. We could easily have
Bumped into each other again but I watch him
Disappear into his solitary normality beyond care
Systems…

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Lure

My Deerboy

When I said I needed out she said
she’d help me out.
she is the best out there
and she wants the best; for me
virtually a goddess, she does
the rounds in a 70’s Chevrolet,
piped into high heels like Chantilly,
a tower of thighs, milk white
joints of her, marbled and dredged
in a glitter that is gold to me-
she could sense a jitter or two
when I told her I wanted out,
when I told her I was through so
she told me how we’d do it; end it.
She gave me a last scratch card;
circles of silver that obscure obscurity
for a while and said she’d appear
when I need a genie when I rubbed
she’d still offer me those legs
like six irons, the ultimate caddy she is,
such diligence in our dealings-
each a slave to the other-
but now the ultimatum…

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hunters

the water is watching
as it is
refreshing
us we ponder
with a flask, a foldable stool, our mind’s eye
cast like a nerve, a feeler tied
and firmly caught beyond
our ponds edge-
hook-a-duck punters;
hoards of hunters.

Lure

When I said I needed out she said
she’d help me out. She is the best
and she wants the best-for me.
She is virtually a goddess, she does
the rounds in a 70’s Chevrolet,
piped high like Chantilly
into high heeled shoes, tall
a tower of thighs, milk white
succulent joints of her,
marbled and dredged in glitter-
she could sense a jitter or too
when I told her I wanted out,
when I told her I was through-
she told me how what we’d do, how
we’d end it-
she gave me a parting scratch card;
circles of silver credit to obscure
the obscurity of reality just for a bit
and said she’d appear
when I need a genie if I rubbed
with those legs like six irons
always offered as a deal
with such diligence-the ultimate caddy
the ultimate set of clubs, the ultimate
course-but now the ultimatum.
Now just a few fixes
more wishes and its
emergency golf only from now on.
She said she’d help me
round those old holes
to seal them stop them
appealing; both of us
getting me off the fairway,
the manicured grounds
the pouting, painted flags,
embrace the rough leave
the smooth lawns
walk away from the course;
no more the lure.

Raft

I had nothing when I had everything;
dreams, energy and time in a capsule
of identity, preparing for the voyage
of a lifetime in a glass of water
To be diffused
Sloshed down a throat
To be destined and be a destination
life and love was an open space; it was
anything
and of course we had to reduce its possibilities
that’s what we all have to do
growing up, taking up offers
That come along
For our world domination; we began to dominate love,
Confine ourselves, cut ourselves off
Weigh ourselves down
The inviting quest of a defining love-
as if love could be defined materially-
getting in to get on
pushed me out, into a corner
Having nothing is being no one but
those open spaces, those dreams; that energy that was really
Nothing
Then-Now;
a narrow strip of light-
I push out before dawn
a one man sized life raft.