The Sunshine Breaks free
and it's just you and me
off into the blue
for a wild think or two.
It was raining just previous
now who would believe us
a rapid drying wind
wraps around
the raindrops evaporate
without a sound
But what of the content
I'll see to that in a moment
the clouds breaking apart
page 64 of I Ching
could be a start
Where would we Bee
without a hive
a honeycomb
balanced ridiculously on a wall
sticking out
into the drive
bleached whiter than white
often seen in Rome.
Those jolly threatening hornets
chase you down the street
with your cornets
"Gelato" they cry
well any scream will do
if you get stung
I doubt if they care
which lingo is sprung
Mediteranean insects
bigger in most respects
than my local ants
so sit on them shorter
if sit at all
for
they make ferocious
scratches in pants
Copyright © 2005/2006 Stef.s. (:-)
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
One in The Lost Room
( "The Lost Room" is a very fine sci-fi mini series of 3 episodes, 2006 )
I let myself in
to the lost room
the sunshine motel
with the missing wing
The place was deserted
like that diner
creepy on a back road
late at night in Nevada
But this is daylight
broad and brash
the sun beats down
and heats your back
The bus stop says
New Mexico
and mentions 'its not Hell'
but you would never know
Perhaps you best find
that bus stop out of here
before you become trapped
in the web of objective fear
The sand on the wind
saws and erodes
but the monument still stands
the empty motel
without even a crossroads.
The yellow light inside
was eerily intense
the neatly folded sheets
hugged the mattress
with passive ma lev olence
On the carpet glinting gold
a key to a door
where dimensions fold
The tv was bolted to the wall
there was no remote
control was a manipulated fool
it was hot outside
but in here it seemed cool
The polaroids fell scattered
silently to the floor
a trail of obscured physics
leading out of this world
All the objects sense each other
like magnets push or pull
when nearer or farther
Odder still in combination
a pair might ruin your vacation
the whole room with all its content
could rip the earth from its foundation
cease to exist
in this world and the next
and smokily convert
energy from substance
The ripples in hidden dimensions
tear at souls that come between them
when the energy settles out
time displaced and spaces without
the landscape has changed
now you don't exist
its a time tornado
with a lethal kick.
a small portal casting visions
of the moment
when reality ceased
and magic was released
the occupant stared out
through the blind
the slats showered light
across the depth of time
You're on your own now
on this little trip
you're reading a page
but this person has flipped
I'm no longer here
to help you back through
I was lost with the others
when the door latch clicked to.
Copyright © 2007 Stef.s. (:-)
I let myself in
to the lost room
the sunshine motel
with the missing wing
The place was deserted
like that diner
creepy on a back road
late at night in Nevada
But this is daylight
broad and brash
the sun beats down
and heats your back
The bus stop says
New Mexico
and mentions 'its not Hell'
but you would never know
Perhaps you best find
that bus stop out of here
before you become trapped
in the web of objective fear
The sand on the wind
saws and erodes
but the monument still stands
the empty motel
without even a crossroads.
The yellow light inside
was eerily intense
the neatly folded sheets
hugged the mattress
with passive ma lev olence
On the carpet glinting gold
a key to a door
where dimensions fold
The tv was bolted to the wall
there was no remote
control was a manipulated fool
it was hot outside
but in here it seemed cool
The polaroids fell scattered
silently to the floor
a trail of obscured physics
leading out of this world
All the objects sense each other
like magnets push or pull
when nearer or farther
Odder still in combination
a pair might ruin your vacation
the whole room with all its content
could rip the earth from its foundation
cease to exist
in this world and the next
and smokily convert
energy from substance
The ripples in hidden dimensions
tear at souls that come between them
when the energy settles out
time displaced and spaces without
the landscape has changed
now you don't exist
its a time tornado
with a lethal kick.
a small portal casting visions
of the moment
when reality ceased
and magic was released
the occupant stared out
through the blind
the slats showered light
across the depth of time
You're on your own now
on this little trip
you're reading a page
but this person has flipped
I'm no longer here
to help you back through
I was lost with the others
when the door latch clicked to.
Copyright © 2007 Stef.s. (:-)
Friday, February 16, 2007
Submarine in blue
I'm putting new windows
in my old submarine.
Its a sort of dark blue.
If they put the lights out
I can just about see through
The sea's cloudy today
weir regularly told
we're all gonna dye
when our t-shirts are old
I'm putting new windows
on my old submarine
the barnacles can live
on the struts in between.
Mussels can flex
as much as they like
air bubbles still,
float to the surface
even, at night.
Giant squids are like turkeys
easy to shoot
need a camera in hand
and lead in yer boots.
I'm putting new windows
on my old submarine
it tips a bit downwards
they're weighty it seems
I'd like to go fishing
to see what's to catch
twenty two nets
a trawler
and some unfortunate ketch
I've got some new windows
in my old submarine
it'll see me right through
my current regime.
I'm sailing through Planck ton
Max weighing on my mind
to(o) light a subject
for the heavy waters of mankind
I've got some new windows
in my old submarine
Its a sort of dark blue
if the lights are on
sharks heave creepily to.
By the way. Duel bark. Its a sort of dark blue.
in my old submarine.
Its a sort of dark blue.
If they put the lights out
I can just about see through
The sea's cloudy today
weir regularly told
we're all gonna dye
when our t-shirts are old
I'm putting new windows
on my old submarine
the barnacles can live
on the struts in between.
Mussels can flex
as much as they like
air bubbles still,
float to the surface
even, at night.
Giant squids are like turkeys
easy to shoot
need a camera in hand
and lead in yer boots.
I'm putting new windows
on my old submarine
it tips a bit downwards
they're weighty it seems
I'd like to go fishing
to see what's to catch
twenty two nets
a trawler
and some unfortunate ketch
I've got some new windows
in my old submarine
it'll see me right through
my current regime.
I'm sailing through Planck ton
Max weighing on my mind
to(o) light a subject
for the heavy waters of mankind
I've got some new windows
in my old submarine
Its a sort of dark blue
if the lights are on
sharks heave creepily to.
By the way. Duel bark. Its a sort of dark blue.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Life Equals Death
Life equals death
it comes as a package
You're not here forever
you can tell from the bad days
Life equals death
am I gonna die soon
will I live forever
rebuilt like Dr Doom
Life equals death
its an opportunity
here together
separated
by a split infinitive
Life equals death
take your chances
rapidly
drop the ciggies
you know the smoke
is deadly.
like heart attacks
in cities.
Life equals death
half way
or near the end
reduce the stress
as you take the bends
Life equals death
go for it avidly
you don't wanna be bored
before your breath's
gone away.
Copyright © 2005/2006 Stef.s. (:-)
it comes as a package
You're not here forever
you can tell from the bad days
Life equals death
am I gonna die soon
will I live forever
rebuilt like Dr Doom
Life equals death
its an opportunity
here together
separated
by a split infinitive
Life equals death
take your chances
rapidly
drop the ciggies
you know the smoke
is deadly.
like heart attacks
in cities.
Life equals death
half way
or near the end
reduce the stress
as you take the bends
Life equals death
go for it avidly
you don't wanna be bored
before your breath's
gone away.
Copyright © 2005/2006 Stef.s. (:-)
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