Touch

10th June '2014

Touch.
A light touch.
Just a li'l feathery stroke.
So light on a sleeping back.
Like a pebble in a still lake.
Some ripples cascade.
Then the stormy silence and silence.
That's what a touch is all about?

But where do the ripples go?
Is there an underground chamber under all the lakes in the world,
where they go and hide?

Free Fall

21st September '10

There’s a hole

And you’re curious

It’s natural

It has to be

There’s a hole

And you’re curious

So in you peak

It has to be

But it’s slippery

And you slip

So you’re slipping

It has to be

It’s a ride

And a slip up

So you’re riding

It has to be

Down and down

And you descend

So you’re going under

It has to be

It’s a burrow

And you’re buried

So down under

It has to be