TIME ---- FOLDED IN YEARS-

PAST THE OLD MAN SEEKING SOLICE IN HISTORY
SAT ON THE WORN WOODEN HIDDEN BENCH
TOWARDS  THE  CONCRETE SOLDIERS ARRANGED IN NEAT EDGES
FACING OUT TO A STILL QUIET LIVING LAKE SURFACE
CAUTIOUS LIMPING THOUGHTS -TRYING TO PIECE SOME JIGSAW OF PAST LIFE TOGETHER
AUTUMNS BURNING COLOUR ,SCENTED BY NAKED TRUNKS
AND WINTER WITH ITS FLYING SOULS
THIS WALK IN IN ITS EROTIC STALKING SHADOWS
A JOURNEY THROUGH THE SEASONS , YEARS LIKE DELICATE EARINGS TWIRL AND FLICK

SOME SPINNING RECORD DISC SCRATCHS A MEMORY
INJECTED SPEED WASHED DOWN BY LEMONADE
15 CUPS OF THICK BLACK COFFEE IN 10 MINUTES ANOTHER SORT OF RECORD
THEN RUNNING IN THE SPACE A RECENT TYPOON PASSED AWAY IN
A DEATH OF STRENGTH YOUTHS TRIPPING FAINTING STRUGGLE

DEMONS COVER MY FACE ,
THEY SEEM TO WANT TO INVADE UNDER MY FLESH
PERHAPS TO PROVOKE MY TALONS TO TEAR AT THE MIRRORS
I STARTED BURYING WORDS IN THE EARTH
THEN WORRIED I WOULD NOT FIND THEM
FRANTIC DRUNKEN DARK GROPING EXCURSIONS

PAST THE OLD MAN STILL ON THE WOOD BENCH
WOOD A SOLID WORD STRONG
HE NEVER LOOKS AHEAD OR EVEN RAISES

PERHAPS IF I LIE ON THE EARTH
SOME GOD LIKE ENERGY WILL FLOOD THE VEIN
AND ARKS WILL RIDE LOADED
SLEEPING PILLOWS ,SCENTED BEDS
EATEN FORGOTTEN PEOPLE,DRINKING TEA FROM STRAWS
TO LIE IN THE LIE AND LAY ON A STRANGLY SPINNING STILLNESS

IN THE CORNER OF MY SIGHT
THE OLD MAN SITS
AND NEVER RAISES,