from the vaults:

The Dark Dream

The sun rose above our heads
giving me moments to aborb its ointment
and notice your gentle breath coaxing teasing and tugging
the wandering flock of clouds now
distant as the tremble under your eyelid
settles me
to a peace
unknown in my war-torn
dream-life away from home

19 June 1992


not extreme
like the wind
but barely noticeable

this is my world
and sticking to it
whatever you call it

average in between
nothing exploding
no fantastic leap

the lights are burning
the leaves are on the ground
its winter and it snows

when you get cold
it is because of the weather

when you lose at cards
it feels dreadful
penny dry

2 December 2003