Old Shoes

Like old forgotten shoes in the back of the cupboard

Waiting to found.

To be dusted off and polished,

Once more to be in fashion, soles upon the ground.

The comfort of the ages gliding around the floor.

The feel of the familiar,

My bare feet regaling, alive once more.

La Dose

Fais-moi signe.

Un clin d’œil

Ou deux.

Trois même,

Si ça te fait plaisir.

Pour ma part une moitié

Sera suffit.

Je ne suis pas gourmande,

Juste en manque.

Here's the translation.

The Fix

Give me a sign.

The blink of an eye

Or two.

Three even,

If that’s what works for you.

For me just half is enough.

I’m not greedy,

Just in need

Of a fix.

Wilfrid

Will fried

Will fried pie eyed

Will fried cried

"La plus bonne de toutes les filles,

Une fille terrible."

Will fried

Will fried disguised

Will fried tried

To explain, falling over

Her apron strings

Paris 1998

Gone

Rattling 'round the jingle jangle of my time

The isidious, seeping sentimentality of your lost soul.

Screaming as it peters out,

Knowing it will be consecrated to the dwindling periphery

Of tomorrow's crucified dawn.

Manchester 2009

Trust

I

Me

Myself

I

Me

The one

The only

I

Not you

Not he

Not she

But I

The be

The end

The all

I

Manchester 2004

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This is not my time.

You take me to the heights wrapped in radiance,

Yet engulfed by blindness

I drop into the cradle of my sadness.

Awoken I writhe to see my senses,

Stare at their numbness and await the winging of my soul.

For that will be my time.

Indonesia 2000.

Brain Stains

The silence echoing around the cathedral of my mind says it all.

Reality speaks though slurred

Leaving brain stains on the floor.

Jigsaw splatterings form the words

You've kept locked up in that treasured box,

Carried since eternity.

Come take the rusted key from this proffered palm

And let lightness free.

Manchester 2009