Lines of John

There’s the moment as your eyelids flicker just before they open when the strands of last night’s dreams are trying hard to close the shoe box that they hide in during daylight hoping nobody will notice they’re alone. The steam continues rising from the coffee and the image of a lady in red wellingtons strolls…

I will ride the elevator later when my feet touch solid ground, I will travel to the outer stars to find that man exists beyond the frozen fringe or mists of Jupiter and Mars, Yes, later will be fine. Time to pack a book and build a dream, chapter twenty-two, asleep beside a placid stream…

I was laying there wondering, watching diamonds float by, chandeliers in my eyes, candle wax on my skin and the heat from them all drifted out, lifted in. Gifted by evening to lay here alone honing my skills, by dodging candle wax spills. Every facet, a caveat encloses every diamond to hearts full of roses,…

It’s good like this, alone, when I have kissed the day and the night comes in to spray me with its brand of spite. Tarnished might be the new black and the new black might be grey, and I have kissed each and every one, every day, like a prison term, a spell in jail…

‘knock knock knockin on……..’ No, Mr Dylan, you do not knock on Heavens door, you’re fired through millennia in seconds and find you’re on the other side, a mad ride on the slide to infinity where the two lines meet, that’s what you do. And after breaking a billion, trillion stars in the rushing of…

Themes running through me pulsing beats only I see, can you hear them? Is Zen audible? The vaudeville show starts at five, the theatre’s alive with the comics, the sidekicks and the stars of the show. If I go will you come? will you run through the night and flash into the sun with me?…

I have tried so many times to say, ‘I love you’, in fourteen lines, but failed more times than that. Words, do ease the pain and increase the joy of being able to employ another way to say, ‘I love you’, If I could send to you my heart shot through with arrows, you would…

There is a choir and an orchestra and I talk less when I know they’re there, somewhere an accordion plays, a busker, me in other days would prefer to hear the street performer, the troubadour, the wanderer with his songs wrapped up and on his heart, trapped in the keys, he plays the accordion, at…

I touched her tenderly, she turned to me and I could see, the future reflected in her eyes, the tree upon which the apple lies is everything she brings to me, but she is so much more…

In the long years when the sun seared you and the wind chilled, and the lack filled the days, when you were throw-away, and time played its tricks on you when everything you tried to do turned its back on you, and you knew in the depths of what you were, there stood a different…

Down on the South side a tube ride away, out in the Borough where some people stay and some people say, it’s a nice place, a well-lit place, a somewhere to sit and deep think place. but there’s another side, a ride back in time when the streets were caked in horse shit and grime…

Oh, grant me this you Lords of the treasury, when looking down on this wretch while you think up more treachery. Give me a reason to work every day give me the reason for minimum pay give me a break you don’t have to take what I sweat blood and tears for you don’t have…