Ah, Roland
31/07/2009
What became of Roland?
He was a star turn in the 80’s,
Wore bright clothes,
Has gone like the ice in this drink.
After Walcott
29/07/2009
After pain, the barbecue on the beach,
After pain, the chef under the white sky,
After pain, the sun or the moon on the water,
After pain, the lovers in the small boat, conceiving the future.
You can’t win, you can’t lose
26/07/2009
Pasternak said being famous is no good;
Being obscure isn’t all that.
Being alive’s no bowl of custard,
And to be dead might be worse than that.
Nonsense
25/07/2009
How nice it’d be to spend time learning,
Not wasting my head for a wage.
Not Uni to work on my ego,
Or work to study my age.
A child alone
20/07/2009
How is it that everyone but this young man
Can see his future behind his head?
Aiding him, breaking him, transmuting him,
A silent wave with a villain’s tread.
Classroom, Saturday
11/07/2009
There, somewhere you have never been,
Is a room.
There, in its scattered paper and sticky chairs,
It waits for its dramas to resume.