Wristband

It's on my wrist, Strung in a twist It hangs and spins And makes me grin- Times rich with colour and laughter Those bags of grass and denim arse, I turned my head head for after. Three days at length, Beneath a wet, worn tent- But outside we went exploring Given no heed, When the rain came pouring Oh how I'm now in mourning- The spark we had, In mucky rags We danced and sang, we bonded The games we played, And drink we sprayed- From mouths as we erupted. Kidulthood fun, With gigs and wigs Living like pigs Wrapped up in a sleepless run. Tired and weak with welly feet, We stared out the home bound window, Amongst our newfound kinfolk. We'll be back again, But until then, I'll keep my lovely, green wristband.

'Til Then I've Got My Parka

No sadness, no huntin', No family, no nothin'! What is it? This pull- From folks to tradition? I'd rather flee now, And hoist my partition! To live an idea wherein I see fit, Oft' one in so many have thought of it- This ideal land of witt and laughter, I've craved so hard, I'm right near starved. Till then I've got a parka, A country run so patriarchal, Skinnies, stubble and my marbles, Dodging left and right of trouble, A heart unfulfilled - Living a bounded bubble. But my pie in the sky, Will one day soon see fit, A land of witt and laughter, Where I'll breath boundless in it.

A Promise

This line, I find I cannot cross, A line, I’ve etched, and almost lost.

The frosted blur that I’ve become Roots back far to where it begun, A sober man from one that’s drugged, Emotions to and from are tugged.

The hopeful child resides inside, Climbs out of the pit in which he hides. To a sober man over one that’s drugged, He’s loved there, taught and even hugged.

That child inside will soon be cleared, Of the frost, the drugs and in turn, his fears.

So there I was, by the sails and nets, I dived off that peer and swam to depths, ‘Til out I came when once I felt, A chill so cutting with short of breath,

Dripping, shivering In a towel I curled, Sat quiet in shelter alone in the world, Followed waves when each rolled by- 'Til somethin small to the right caught my eye,

A mark on the wall from a soul unknown, A mark which let me feel - not so alone, For that soul once sat in where I sit, Watched waves roll by and thought of it- “What a day for a daydream”.

Our Little Show

Chasin’ places in my seat, Replayed them so much They’ve lost their beat, And now they sit so cold and distant, That when I chase ‘em, I turn in an instant, With black butterflies, Hollow heart and empty eyes,

Memories pass by, Lose name and meaning, Oh why, oh why, Is my mind still cleaning, That face and scent, When once I knew I try and try till my face is blue- To recall those days where once we flew, Through fields and streets, Just me and you I try and try, But all I find, Is a vague silhouette Behind aged, blind eyes.

For now I’m clear- Those moments we made, Please hold them dear, So they’ll stay in time, So they’ll live on, Cause those moments you know Are just yours and mine.

I’m just glad we happened… And I want you to know It was me and you Our little show.