' spontaneous abstract behaviour '

So boogie drove away the blues
as spirit sprung in and spun round
like a wake-up call
screaming softly in your ear

pearls and dark eyes
and the spice of indian bhindi ladies fingers

horns and cherubs sing
and their songs lilt and file
scrape and slide
as backs scratch smoky air.

you're joking, every melody's mine
as they spin and shine

peach voices crawl over gravel
and the light is all there
all there
like no denial
as they inch forwards
opening the night like a surgeon
moon as knife
song as sponge
dancing as blood
and the devastations of wildness
the only way to the sanity of the hour.

Whiskey calls over to the island cat
and says "Honey when does the sun shine here?
why no snow in your neck of the woods?
if we wait 'til spring maybe they'll have cancelled it"

So they tear down what is left of the night
bundle it into the back of a limping car
drive it to the boarder
change its colour
and throw it,
hopeful and loving,
into oblivion ...
far beyond the mind's imagining
and the body's touch.

And so the heart of feet cools on
the late wet pavements,

and sick christmas songs fade
to sleep
whisper
silence.

nicosia dec 8 2007