25 July 2005

alice in the desert

listen
to the slow-moving veil
dusted and speckled
whispering through space
as it keels over the earth

open your eyes
let the shapes and numbers
quiet your soul
feel the earth
under your hips
and your head
strong enough now
to support the weight
of your thoughts

lie still
the earth is
holding you
the stars marvel
at themselves
in your eyes

roll over now
see the darkness
the land
where you were born
a long time snuggled
below the horizon

close your eyes
the stars go out
the ground becomes hard
your chest rises
the land inhales

there is a lifetime
between each breath
the cold air
comes out warm
the desert is touched
and cries tears of light
and you tremor
in your sleep
a gentle rhythm
that neither the desert
nor the stars understands

it’s just your heart
hidden
in the centre
always there
always
a bit of a journey

22 July 2005

until impact

i took out life insurance
with a laser-guided bomb
and the people who died
didn't complain

and those with serious injuries
didn't seem to notice either

and their futures their plans
sniffed the air smelt the burning
of tangents taking lives

of corpses flying low
like missiles
prefering cash
over the truth
until impact

11 July 2005

friends scattered

when friends are strewn far
and moving further
it seems a shame
and maybe there's
resentment too
at being abandoned

but it's not like that
you yourself are
one of the scattered
one of the scurrying
hurrying loved ones
absorbed by what's
in front of you

there's no malice
in drifting away
carelessness perhaps
but this can be
remedied when you
put your head up
to breathe

let your friends
be your oxygen
give life to each other
don't hold your breath
not for too long
friends like being needed

06 July 2005

flow

Where do travel
and how do go
have you heard the silent call
of the stream inside you flow?

The bear and the squirrel

The bear pushed the envelope back
across the counter. “I’m sorry,” he said,
“I don’t have enough.”
The squirrel serving him said,
“That’s okay, you can pay me in honey.”

The bear looked at the squirrel.
The squirrel pointed at the beehive
under the bear’s arm.
“Ah, yes of course,” said the bear,
“I had forgotten.” And with the other paw
he scooped into the hive and
slapped the honey down
hard on the counter,
“There you are.”

The squirrel looked at the bear.
The bear looked at the squirrel.
Together they looked at the envelope.
It was the squirrel who spoke, “Well,
at least you won’t need to lick the stamp.”

new dad

never far from the earth
you are now bound
by the embrace of your child
and held to your promise
of never-ending love

he will grow at his own pace
with dirt between his toes and
by your guiding hand
make a path

his footsteps will fit in yours
and his joy in coming home
will fade only
for the thrill of running away

he will run till he sleeps
and in the silence of the house
amidst the strewn toys
and the echoes of laughter
you will not be alone

Time for non-smokers to pay for the privilege

Smokers have been on the losing end of the cigarette for too long. When we buy cigarettes we expect all the goodness of the cigarette to go into our bodies. However, what we don’t realise is that when we exhale most of the cigarette floats away into the air—only a small proportion stays in our lungs where it should be. What is more disturbing is the complete lack of appreciation shown by non-smokers who seem to think that it is their right to breathe our second-hand smoke. Without offering anything towards the price of the cigarettes, they then have the gall to pretend they don’t really like it.

Well, wasted smoke and the appropriation of second-hand smoke may be a thing of the past if a new American invention takes off.

Scientists from the University of Las Vegas have dubbed their latest effort SmokeBag®. SmokeBag® is an ingenious design combining elements of steel, plastic and rubber. The name is derived from the Latin, smokus bagus which literally means “bag on head”. The product itself is a large, clear plastic bag worn over the head and sealed around the neck. SmokeBag® is very simple but it took years to perfect the concept, which says much about the scientists who worked on it. They had to overcome difficult technical problems and often worked late into the afternoon to achieve the final product.

Chief scientist of the project, Dr Rafur Feynt, remembers having problems with the cigarette burning a whole through the plastic. “We designed an adjustable, light-weight internal frame made of chicken wire to keep the plastic away from the head.” Another problem was that the smoke was escaping at the bottom of the bag near the neck whenever the subject took a drag. He describes how they overcame this problem, “We really pulled out all the stops on this one,” he said. “We wanted to do it right, there was no point spending all this time and only going half way.” The answer came to him in September when he was eating biscuits. “It came to me in September while I was eating biscuits. Someone flicked a rubber band at me. So I chased the lab assistant—I was pretty sure it was him—and when I got him I tried to strangle him with the rubber band. There was our answer.”

With renewed vigor, the scientists adapted the original design to accommodate the inspired idea of the rubber band around the neck. Even then, though, there were problems. The initial subjects passed out after only three or four consecutive cigarettes and when Dr Feynt put his head to this problem he came away with burn marks. “After that I encouraged the subjects to let a little bit of air in whenever they took a drag or if they started to feel dizzy.” This proved to be a satisfactory solution and subjects were then able to finish almost a whole pack before collapsing.

But what will smokers make of SmokeBag® when it hits the shops in time for Christmas? We trialled the product in a few cafés and restaurants. Jeff Denizen of Blue Diamond was full of praise, “This is what I’ve been looking for. All these years of resenting my non-smoking friends for breathing my smoke…now it’s all mine.” Cheryl Drake of Sunrise Manor took a different line, “I always tell my kids it’s about getting the most out of every cigarette. Let’s face it, smoking the normal way, there’s so much waste. With SmokeBag® my lungs get all the smoke they need.”

And what about the tobacco companies? What do they think of SmokeBag®? American Tobacco Industries CEO, Shaun O’Kure, was sceptical. At first he thought it was a threat. But he now welcomes the product. “It seems that non-smokers who for so long have been enjoying free second-hand smoke are really going to miss all the lifestyle benefits of cigarettes. We think we’ll see a big uptake of smoking in the youth and family markets.”

The scientists at SmokeBag® aren’t sitting on their butts either. They have plans to release a variation on the original. SmokeBag2®, for couples, will be available in January and JumboSmokeBag® , fun for the whole family, will come out in late March.

And if non-smokers are feeling left out and annoyed that they will no longer get to inhale smoke for free then they are not getting any sympathy from smokers. Mike Offin of North Vegas, a committed four pack-a-day smoker says, “Non-smokers have had it good for too long. It’s about time they paid for the privilege.”

05 July 2005

sift

the footprints
in the hourglass
falling down
into the centre
of yourself
take time

the coals

the wind moves
over the open coals
makes them glow
brighter hotter and
burn out sooner

the warm earth holds
the buried coals
makes them go
dark and cool and
burn for longer

01 July 2005

addition brings loss

smooth flow
let it ooze
not trickle
pour melting
as you harden
silence holds its breath
hiding the aching
the worst is coming
the best is leaving
a trail of

please don’t find yourself
without me
under fluorescence
over the earth
the air is still
the stars are buzzing
another lost hope
evaporates
like a satellite

talking won’t help
just wake the people
in the next room
drive me home please
i don’t want to stay here
climb vertically
crawl horizontally
put your head on the side
someone’s shoulder
is in a catalogue
a brochure
folded in three years
it will open for you
it will open you
for someone else
to see the parts
that serve no purpose
fall away
leave you bare
pared and
repaired
where addition
brings loss

allow beauty

i reckon you do need
to take it for granted
i mean
how better
to flaunt fate
than to squeal
tears of laughter
oblivious for a micro-second
of the darkness beneath

we try to count
our blessings
but as soon as
we’re out the door
there are so many
other things
and the eyelashes
of a lover
count far more
than the hours
that pass
lying so close
than the rules
that ripple through
society
than the steps
that lead upwards
north of insanity
south of friendship
west of the setting sun
bereft of the promise
of dawn

be ferocious
in the protection
of those too weak
to protect themselves
strike down the thought that
“everyone has to suffer”
regard with cold dispassion
the airbrushed promises

touch others
by being touched

let the fraught
manic dashing
burning pride
simmer and
spread
evaporate

in the emptiness
allow a small amount of beauty

star swing

i wanted to find
the child within
i wanted to lose
the adult without
going through all
that toilet training again

i went to a toy shop
and bought a swing
and a rope
and i left in the hope
of the joy it would bring

i walked for hours
with the swing
in my arms
and a rope
round my neck
looking
looking for somewhere high
for something strong
from which to hang
my childhood swing

but there was nowhere
the trees were either
too low or too weak
and so i wandered off
into the desert

- where there were no trees
and the shadows just memories
of puddles dried

so with nowhere to
hang my swing
and nowhere to
hang my hopes
i asked the child within
where are you?

i looked up
at the burning blue sky
and from a lonely cloud
a single drop fell
it fell salty
into my eye
and i wondered
is that what being
an adult is all about?
tears falling in
instead of falling out?

and so i blinked
and watched the
sun roll down
trickling like drop
in no hurry to reach
the ground

darkness came
and the stars
did their thing
and the ground
disappeared and
i abandoned my swing

i mean what’s the use
when you’re caught in between
what you are now and
what you might’ve been

i can’t play in the dirt
can’t cry and make noise
but i don’t want to grow up
and throw out all my toys

and through the dark desert air
i can’t even see my hand
reaching like a tree root
for the water in the land

now i see near my feet
through the murkiness of night
that i had cried a puddle
and in the reflection was a light

a bright star there
in the middle of the sky
holding something dear
making me want to try

making want to never give up
on even the darkest days
holding up my swing
while the child inside me plays

now when i am darkness
when i’m beginning to unravel
i climb aboard my inner swing
and let the slow arc travel

when we are nothing

i wrote a note
to myself
and left it
on the floor
in the middle where
i’d see it
but the wind
blew it into the corner
and i forgot
what i had to do
what i had to be

blow over me now
wind
make me forget
make me remember
tickle the child in me
laugh through the
emptiness
be still and
we can listen
when we have nothing to say