A Tea Time Smell, Words in Mind upon Waking from a Dream & Weak Moments

A Tea Time Smell

To be sat in my room above the kitchen,
Listening to the kids in the communal outdoors
Skateboard and shout, parade and posture,
And the smell of tea rises through the floorboards.

Home, though this may be home from home,
Is hit upon; another’s effort is our reward,
It makes me wish I could cook well, for what
Nutritious goodness can I give in mere words?

Thank you Tom for the meal we are about to receive,
To bring together for the first time this house -
I wish I still had that bottle of wine to give,
For we cannot drink in these words.

In the beginning the word must have been ‘eat’,
Eat, drink and be merry, and the world shall
Be sustained in you; enough of all this talk;
Food, food, food!


Words in Mind upon Waking from a Dream

~The night I had the sea;
I had the sea
And all men thereupon.

~Now I have a bulbous nose
And the triangle part in an orchestra;
An orchestra of one.


Weak Moments

Giving myself an ultimatum, I find it transgressed
Again; plethora, plethora, I find my burial under
Molten rock, inquest, dignitary, I hoik up phlegm
And lose all notion of the nowheres we transcend.

Tarot trembling topsy-turvy, a pigsty unleashed
On hospice unsuspecting, as friends die, a brothel
Becomes the sanctuary of a needless existence, help
Them Lord, for as weak as they are, too am I, and you.