Nothing Too Complicated

winter's ebb the melting frost
as ever feeling cold and lost
a wisp afloat upon a breeze
I would topple to my knees
and crawl a million miles to be
with someone who believed in dreams
then we could love them suitably



can't take me much higher than this
I'm pressed up against heaven as it is
hard to breathe for some up here
the air is thin and rather sere
down below you see it all
where water flows and thunder falls
yet I'd rather be here than down below
like I'd no idea what's in store




Aine and Russell how their young locks curled
brash-throated lad and pensive girl
both identified by hairs after being mauled by bears
they sought out a clovered glen
what they found was a grizzly's den
Happy St. Pat's to one and all
may green beer flow like waterfalls!



neon and chrome reflections of lights
driving alone in the white lines tonight
the Moon hides like behind a slate
even the low clouds remonstrate
pouring down acid in lakes
what on earth will it ever take
our own extinction is on the plate
it might already be too late



when urchins sing of eating ooze
and otters hunt for abalone
makes no difference sets the mood
— adrift in a sea of poetry
singing til my lips turn blue
these songs flow through me endlessly
the simple need to sing love's truths



cry for the insoluble
as if we had a choice
all we can ever do is weep
cry out in feeble voice
for monsters always hold their breath
and wait until we're weak
they were all once just like us
and now they want to speak
listen while they babble on
they'll be silent in defeat



Humans get their heart's desire
a world alight with oil rig fires
carbon overloaded air
a brand new product for their hair
no revolutions from above
scattering all in furious ire
landing like a single dove
strangled breath's all we have left