I tried to wake you up
You wouldn't stir
I thought you were sleeping
You weren't
You were playing dead
Messing with my head
Your sick game of pretend
So in my resentment
I pulled out a gun
I turned you into the real thing

The tones are dancing,

tumbling across each other –


never falling down.

He puts his plaything

in the box, a precise fit –


the garage is.

Looking for the ball

we decide to change the game –


into hide-and-seek.

It is in a fold of the untold,
In a soliloquy full of rage on an empty stage,
In an instant photo that goes beyond,
In the wave that tunnels like a cave,
In a place that I couldn’t retrace,
In an undeciphered mark on the Lost Ark,
On a probe that disappears into the sky,
That hides the answer to why.  

Or - this is nothing new -

Right Within You.

Keeping my head back

I look out, driven through streets –


of chimneys and roofs.

I hear my own voice
it echoes where I live
in the lap of the mountains

I can clump, I can swing
I can jump, I can sing
out loud to you

Hip hip hipperthepip
hop hop hopperthepop
lovelylovelylottelot

Are you coming knockertheknock
for another clickertheclack
with me this afternoon?

Hip hip hipperthepip
hop hop hopperthepop
lovelylovelylottelot

We clump and we jump
we swing and we sing
hopperthepop, hop, hop

The children follow

the man, treading his shadow:


Join us! Play with us!