Today

I hear shots ringing out
But they are far away
I heard people were being killed
But they were not my kin
I heard ideologies were being persecuted
But they were not my ways of thinking
I heard rights were being given up
But these were not mine
Mine were safe
As was I

I hear shots in the distance
And they are getting closer
I see people dying in the streets
Of another town
Another country
They almost look like me
Almost

Twice shy

The circus continues
Chemical and bioluminescent
Monetary foreplay counts for most
Credentials and famous last names
All glittering under the neon awesome

Floating Jackpot

Onward through
sunlit grass
shake the reptiles out
and make for the waters edge
where all will be revealed
through the delicate play of skimming birds
before she moulds granite
at your feet
Take it like a man.

Trinkets

In a perfect world,
You'd fall asleep on my shoulder
On a train,
On a tuesday afternoon
Even though you fought for the window seat.

Saline

In exile
The parched earth that offers only salt
Where rivers once
Fed and nourished all
This is home
Bleak and dry
but full of promise
That the heavens may once again open
When enough time has passed
When past regressions have been paid for twice over
For this life and the next