Things Poetic

 Dreams In my dream...Im a good father In my dream....Im a useful part of society In my dream.....my art is good In my dream....it's a world where the ignorant and mosogynistic are not feted, where rapists are not allowed to direct but are separated from society In my dream....I don't put flowers down every few weeks In my dream....

 Sunshine Birds sing me out of my sleep, their calls soft at first, swirling into the swirl of craziness thats my dream dream....a swirl of colour, of movement, of faces, of places touching down where I recognise a face, a person, a place watching something happen in my minds eye interrupted by the soft call of the sparrows, chattering to each other, softly and then, louder as the swirl of colour goes  and my eyes open "what the ....." oh, its sunny,  and noisy and early Bloody summer the reflected light catches my eyes, and the walls, reflecting off the glass the artwork the soft curves of the bombshell delectable up we get in every way

I wrote this in 1994 about our dog   Life of a Dog The birds are free, up in the sky, with the wind blowing through their wings searching for a place to navigate by or just to enjoy the feeling of freedom Ebbing, falling, they rise on air, currents which rise and fall, relaxing within the safety of those hands Behind the glass wall, the prison doors, designed to protect and keep safe behind the four walls reaching out, trying to reach the freedom of the grass Nothing I can do Nothing that I can do will help me reach it on my own The scent of something is in the air, drawing my nose and body what is it ? I try to hear, to sniff it out, to find where it is and the scent has gone... no garden to run in, no butterflies to catch, no stick, or ball to chase and catch no water to drink or splash, or mud to roll in only a human to follow no one hears me when I speak, or can feel what I feel When I want to run, the leash holds me back snares me to another, a slave who cannot leave I ca...