metro musings

just a trashy love song from a forgettable movie
and the stars come crashing down
like myriad fireworks
exploding your world
touching you not
missing by a whisker
everytime

and you stand watch
spin
through the light
amazed
unburnt
untouched

whitemagic
heat
hunger
to stay alive
and let the deafening din
drown
the senseless screaming
for a while

like the pretty pink sky
finds respite
from its habitual dark duvet
and a whiff of warmth
drifts through
cold nerve ends

now half the clasped hand
funny fingers
tapping a beat

the best you could do
though you tried
oh so hard
but never learnt
to fly

"the greatest miracle is to be happy" (Santana, HK, 7th March 2008)

XYZ and ZYX

this is Kafka's sky
not yours or mine
thick dark thoughts
slowly catching
the dying dazzle
of day's end

sycamore silhouette
beckoning
a sinister single
story

spiralling steadily
into that tidy cocoon
nestled in steel white grip
of muddy root
that dug its way in
to feed
on the heart of the
unborn butterfly