Bali

War for the dying

A thousand dark thoughts crashed on the shores of hope,
Angel’s wings carry my soul to the loading ground,
I bark at the light as I caress the souls of the dammed,
Salvation ripped from the arms of children,
Once more the screams of doves fills the air with blood,
Darkness rains as if light had never breeched,
Floods of dying block the path to redemption,
Golden hands unable to clear timely air,
Once more unto.

Berry Head, Brixham

The Bee

The Singing Gravel

Tom’s torment as gravel sings,
Light bulbs of darkness hide hats of Harlem,
Face of ferocity hidden in shadows of thought,
Orchestrating Emus under umbrellas of balloons,
Mr Nick sung of Gods absents on stilts of steel,
Gods away Gods away Gods away,
Jaws that eat floors succumb to silence as Tom Waits.