I knew him as 'Pling

I knew him as 'Pling
when he took my photograph
20 years ago

Irresponsible

Irresponsible
showing my children old tricks
inner child unleashed

Homesickness at home

Homesickness at home
a dull aching in my chest
the weight of waiting

The hum of morning

The hum of morning
brightens and rises in pitch
as much as birdsong

You're not listening

You're not listening
women are getting angry
men need a warning

Morning melodies

Morning melodies
a mimic among branches
ahead of the dawn

My chest feels empty

My chest feels empty
it's only been a few hours
they left this morning

I walked in on her

I walked in on her
preparing to step outside
putting on her face

Can't throw you a line

Can't throw you a line
wade into an argument
without sinking first

People arguing

People arguing
I left without wading in
could have thrown a line

Buzzing in my ears

Buzzing in my ears
legs pumping under table
coffee flows through me

100 years

100 years
The Sentimental Bloke
Happy birthday

Feel kinda dirty

Feel kinda dirty
clicking on your marketing links
knowing your success

What happens is life

“What happens is life”
read a comment on Facebook
“dig it or frig it”

How to solve problems

How to solve problems
put them aside for later
forget where they went

Staff left against tree

Staff left against tree
sigil spray-painted on trunk
magician was here

Pink crack in the sky

Pink crack in the sky
a sliver of setting sun
remains of the day

A poetic air

A poetic air
vibrates possibility
open to meaning

I hear her crying

I hear her crying
we are alone in darkness
I can do nothing

Three bike rides today

Three bike rides today
each isolated a child
we found it moving

Closer to knowing

Closer to knowing
the form that I fever for
fully holding love

This gap we must bridge

This gap we must bridge
requires words as well as ears
know people listen

I saw aliens

I saw aliens
two shapes dancing with the stars
birds reflecting lights

Feeling where this goes

Feeling where this goes
pushing thoughts into a shape
pondering these words

Waking up early

Waking up early
listening to the rain fall
within a warm bed

Her handwritten note

Her handwritten note
requests unspoken actions
on waking from dreams

romance is not dead
it's now more articulate
expressing desire

The wind is howling

The wind is howling
as our intimate drought breaks
welcoming the cool

Wherever I go

Wherever I go
my emotional baggage
arrives soon after

It doesn't seem far

It doesn't seem far
thinking back to last summer
where did the year go?