Anchored

The barbed ends
embedded into the soft
surface of your mind.


The great links
of chain
feed out beneath me
in a silent clatter

as I swim away.

A moment of perceived connection

We are all careless Maestro's

Weaving word baton's
an enchanters wand
leaving sparkle trails
in semi circle swirls
on the air.

United in deed and intent
we bend the vagaries of human endeavor
into manageable bites

small morsels of frailty

swallowed carefully
by a tentative throats contraction

We watch
as the earth is flayed
her raw wounds
seeping and exposed

and write of her demise

followed inevitably
by our own


We watch
as the city
eats another child
the crunch of bone
shudders through streets
across the paint peeling fences
deep into boxy lounge rooms
where plasma tv's
rage upon the wall
the blare
unable to drown out the sound

You have shown me the clouds
the poverty of isolation
through the clarity of resolve
and what it is to be free.


I have shown you failings and fantasy

glorious and tawdry

and how beneath the missteps

there is the light tread of song still

tapping out its untarnished shine.


And together

we watch.