poetry

Bright yet seemingly no more substantial than
the fog that rolls in from the bay or
the smoke left after the pyre,
she turns, refracts the light with her turning
dark prismatic colours beyond the rainbow
in wavelengths imperceptible to the human eye
any eye
but casting shadows yet.

I sit
and watch the planet bleed angular momentum
the net effect of which
is late sun lancing through oak leaves tousled by zephyrs from the West
the casting of porcelain gray shadows on warm cedar wood
the light teasing pale motes thrown up from the hillside
visible for a heartbeat or maybe two
quietly hiding themselves again in plain sight
unless they bring to your tongue the slight taste
of gunpowder
and blood
heat leaving the land
brightness leaving the sky
quick leaving the dead
me leaving you

Two proton beams at 4 TeV
Collided at speeds close to c.
The strong afterglow
Made the Higgs Boson show;
I do hope it charged a good fee.

I've waited for the bus
I'm feeling quite tired
I don't make a fuss
If I'm late, I'll get fired

I'm feeling quite tired
Too much drinking last night
If I'm late, I'll get fired
Something's not right

Too much drinking last night
Throbbing pain in the head
Something's not right
Is the bus driver dead?

Throbbing pain in the head
And the bus has arrived
Is the bus driver dead?
No, he seems to have survived

‎"Du er så dejlig. Tak min skat."
Words I no longer hear.
A language, alien once to my ears, haunts me now
Like a half forgotten dream.
Time spent in a foreign land
Seeps into your bones and blood.
Tourist is a term for those
Without time enough for introspection
Innoculated against seduction
By their return tickets.
But then again, the tourist
Always goes home.
"Du er så dejlig. Tak min skat."

She regards her pale reflection
As it turns this way and that
In the dark, dusty attic mirror
Should she wear a different hat?
Will he notice her new outfit?
She smiles a little at that

She wonders at the weather
It's still most beastly cold
Spring is just beginning
And the winter feels old
She decides to take a brolly
She'll carry it neatly rolled