…actually, why not?
Natural.
More of an
afterthought
than an
endeavour
more of a
f
l
o
w
than a
pu – shing – through
more of a
silent
surprise
than a planned-out event.
More of an
‘Oh… did we just…?’
rather than an
‘Ok, let’s do it.’
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that moment.
the beat. soft, low.
filling you up
inside, so wide
so quiet, so bright.
it sounds familiar
warm
and suddenly you know the song.
it’s new
the beat is different
faster,
just the thing for today’s youth
what a word
that used to be you
when did you lose the ‘th’?
but the music,
the rhythm
it’s all the same
you know it
deep down inside
know it since you heard it
so often, so often
on the radio
in the car,
in the kitchen
in the living room
everywhere it was on the air
the djs loved it, as djs do
and soon you had all the lyrics in your head
as if they’d always been there
captured effortlessly
that’s the way it was
it happened so naturally
you didn’t even know it was love
and now you’re flying through the stars
and hope this night will last for ever
but the voice is young, so young
couldn’t have been more than a toddler
then
when you were listening
dancing
singing to the song
like nobody was watching
coz nobody was watching
you were in your space
your own place
moving to the music
all by yourself
and loving it
ain’t nobody
loves me better
makes me happy
makes me feel this way
and there you are again
time never passed
you’re still there
in your space
your own place
loving the music
feeling the sound
like nobody’s watching
coz nobody’s watching
it’s just you
flying through the stars
knowing this will last forever
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summer, beaches,
surf and waves
lots of very fit people.
the sky’s unbelievable blue.
it’s beautiful here, relaxing,
for me.
The others?
They’re driven,
seriously keeping themselves
busy.
But it’s my day off,
so I’m enjoying it
all the way
the sea, the sun,
the waves.
*
out on the terrace of the bar & grill,
enjoying the sun
watching the waves
and they start talking right next to me.
as in, loud.
probably on a date,
sorting out deal-breakers,
pasts, presents, wishes, dreams.
I guess everyone here is out to make it big,
and if that doesn’t work out
then have a comfortable life.
it’s about dreaming big
having, keeping,
accumulating your assets,
promoting
your Self.
*
the beach, the sun,
the waves
all fantastic
really great
but they keep on talking,
listing
promoting
loud and louder
stereo surround
Her No-No list:
drugs, alcohol, smoking
His: violence
Got hit by his ex…
sounded psychotic.
Both:pet peeves
real hates
what neither would tolerate
a frantic search for similarities
but no real conversation
It’s like there are boxes
they need to check
fun, motivated
real wishes
genuine dreams
a perspective.
And people are getting a massive load of parking-tickets.
A young woman’s asking,
cajoling,
trying what she can,
but the ticket’s already written.
Apparently it costs $8
to go to the beach in NJ.
2nd date
they’re gone now
and it’s back to the beach
the sea, the waves.
It’s beautiful here
a great place to wind down
for me
the waves, the beach
the sea
really pretty.
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home.
together, forever
forever ever – forever ever?
sorry ms jackson
he ain’t for real
leavin’ that aside
yeah, drop him girl
kick him to the effin’ curb
Anyway
where was I
here, there
not everywhere
but home, home
home so warm
like that scarf and sweater
you love so much
like hot tea
& some chocolate
eating, drinking
both
together
like that quiet during the rain
remember our fire during the storm
so close, so warm
sitting at the window
and watching the
snow
fall
all
ll
l
so beautiful
intricate
so tiny, shiny
so bright
all made up there in the
heavenly light
and it’s all mine
this space
this place
that’s everywhere
coz home is
where your heart is
and my heart is
where I am
and I am here
right here
right now
and that is
normal and
no extra
just ordinary
nice
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It’s so quiet. So quiet. So…
This waiting is killing me, this quiet, silent, waiting that never ends
For something to happen
categories of emptiness
I have no idea what I’m talking about
We sing and swing and live without light
Inside
Out – you go, no, don’t stay, go go go,
Gogo dancers, do they ever get cold?
Inhibition, intuition, into something, into other
me, you, us, them, everybody, anybody,
any body
arms, legs, feet, head,
everything in between
that place that says now now here here
me me me
whereverwhateverwhenever
that part that wants to shout in the street
at 3:30 in the a.m.
I don’t give a damn
fuck it just do it
damn damn damn
damn it go on just do it
all in, all win, all those sins
committed
original
that’s SO original
authentic, real
anyway, every day, all time any damn
and here’s me waiting to
stay stay stay
away, a ray of sunshine
when it’s gone
and it’s all so quiet
a swan, song;
through dawn and day
into the night, bright stars shining
and then lying on a bed in rome, lying, crying
sighing into the night
wishing waiting that maybe, possibly,
somebody just might
get lucky
happy
not frontin’
coz she wants to move
he just wants ta love ya baby
but he’s a hustler too
it ain’t where he been
but where he ’bout to – get back here when the lights come on
I don’t give one damn about Tyrone!
You gonna be back here when the lights come on
come on come on come on
oh come ON!
You did NOT just say that!
Yes I did
Yes I said it.
Yeah I did
And I really, really, really meant it
So take that big
bad wolf that’s howling at the
Put your pants back on! Gross!
Flicking back long blonde hair
Nails all polished
Eyes set on glare
Stare
Stair
way to go
It was heaven
Ya make me wanna
scream and shout
It’s 3 in the fuckin’ a.m. you crazy?
Come back here!
Don’t you dare.
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