Johnny Cash

Hands move ‘cross piano
Like old man in love
With piano

Johnny cash 
     you popstar you,
Tell me of the west 
   you won
And the price
Down to last nickel
And dime store indian

Johnny cashed up for the night
His winnings 
  in desert shine
Of a sunbleached mirage.

Le Pigeon

from the bridge and safe we watched
as it flapped and struggled against mossy wall
and slow undulations
of tourist boat water’s swell
its chest all puffed up useless,
occasional pauses
to consider grave predicament
whilst the lovers of dancing puppets
stopped to laugh a kiss between lips
and concerned friends flew by
wondering when would be best
to pick the dead meat from its carcass.

Alexis 

The Cat Poems 1 - 2

        1.                          2.
          the moment                  a cat
          a cat dies                  lifts its head up
          it's found somewhere        out of doldrums
          else                        and makes
                                      a great
          head raised                 yawn
          from basket
          eyes waking from
          the dream

M P

existence in a thin band of dark and light

The view from this side is better. A rarefied air talking of memories that belong to no one. One car drove the lane up to the border and everyone got out. A boy and girl child stood tip-toed to see over the wooden fence into the stained glass fields iridescent in perpetual sun. Here it existed with absent father mother in a band of monochrome; the lives of other people so fascinating.

  Like high up from a plane the intricacies of countryside. 

Ancient people laid down dazzling tessellation for the future to postcard.

Colours swam in and around objects too numerous to list. Focus on one and it disappeared into another. Hopes and achievements skipped gaily through the spectral meadows but were tripped so callously by fears and tainted thought.

The boygirl perched precarious on a stile,

 transfixed by all that unravelled.

Father mother sat disinterested on the border of dark and light in order to play cards. Here the lane was bisected, two equal halves stretched out all around and meeting once again.

Now the boygirl suffered much anxiety as great grey monoliths came crashing onto the field patterns. An imposing court of carved opportunities (missed and taken) spread out in a circle.

 Infinity lay silent. Eternity watched through a mirror. 

The boygirl felt the eyes of all the quarrelling heads and some innate urge pulled from within. Here with trepidation steps on the delicate ground; a walk to the centre.

  Prepared perhaps for judgement. 

Alexis