A popular disease

Please let me out of here

Enter at your own peril

Not for the faint hearted

To be avoided at all costs

Until I die

Put your left arm in

Funny how?

Everybody needs somebody

Exactly

Let me tell you about my life

In other words…

Never nothing no-one

Get me out of here

So many reasons not to say.

Wings

When doors are locked
and darkness cloaks the autumn sky
When we are tucked
in sleepy beds, the fairies fly.

They think we mor-
tals will not wake to see their way
But leafy por-
tals open to reveal the fay.

And if our eyes
can focus past this earthly night
We’ll catch a glimpse
Of starlit dancing in plain sight.

While some may feel
afraid to dally with romance
Some curious few
Spread silken wings and join the dance.

Ed Co

This is the story of a rich director
Who collected a cupboard of prizes
He was a veteran of film
Who had rejoined the industry
At the zenith of possibility

Despite many liquidations
He found success in China
Where a small segment of genius
Went a long way to forge his return

Largely inarticulate, he hired a spokesperson
to accept his nominations
then cut adrift from the timpani of fame

The last I heard, he had become a monk
on a whiskery greek island
But this may be a ruse
to ensure the privacy needed
for the hatching of ultimate imagination.

Beyond Beneath

Beneath the broken bridge, a door
Through every wall, a window
On moaning winds there plays a song
In sorrow, hope to cling to.

A sigh is heard, a tear is kept
No matter whose or why it’s wept,
No puzzled thought is cast aside
A love divided multiplies.

Those yesterdays are never spent
in vain, they are our treasure,
Such wondrous jewels lest we forget,
A worth beyond all measure.

A sigh is heard, a tear is kept
No matter whose or why it’s wept,
No puzzled thought is cast aside
A love divided multiplies.