I just saw love bloom into a one night stand, lips locked and so gently removed.
But the ugly haunt here too
and the past
where there was no future because I dared to speak a mind and offer it for proof.
Did they take offense when they thought I was blind, or dumb, but never deaf?
Ears ringing even now
when rooms are small and they're always so loud.







There's always a thing of beauty to behold
bronzed skin just a slice of view.
Could I ask you to pose
or are you posing already
a question of volume over nerves
of accents versus language
such a modern classic.
And who is he
so unsuited, though he's trying
matching you drink for drink
when you're so dark and he's such a tree of green
so young to your travelling past
your exotic nature, urbane and to be loving
to be recognised by one who looks to know?







I saw you today
talking to yourself and gesticulating like you had a friend.
Maybe you did
maybe that's why they snickered
maybe that's why she looked scared?
I walked right passed you and noted you for now.

Do you know there's no-one there
driven to voice regardless of audience
movements almost a dance, a shuffle to and fro?

It doesn't seem to trouble you enough to make you stop.
Is help arriving from beyond your grasp?
Could you create a friendship from the madness?