awesun

sun, hitting my eyes,

too many hot things,

need water and ice,

grass trees birds and bees,

no surprises thanks,

just leave me be.

Where do all the good times go?

Summer hasn't been like this since...

good weather for english festivals,

sitting on the grass, outside,

with each other, being.

Music in my ears,

salt water in my nose and eyes,

no surprises please,

just leave me be.

Water and air smell sweet,

i have sand in my hair,

and under my feet.

A river flows by my seat,

and under my chair,

Carrying my cares to wherever.

© Cosmic 2010

Aboard

Here I am typing a poem

With some words about being

tired,

Hot pangs as waves of thought

ebb and emerge from my

Toiled shell station

Embarking on a journey

Without checking the weather

or taking a coat.

The last passengers of thought for the day

Who wish to travel further than the

Jar-like confides of my skull,

Making some mark on the outside world,

Choosing a path,

and cutting their teeth,

Commute the first and final time

to their new jobs where they will labour

without complaint in the faint echo

of morning.

Hardly a hustle and bustle but more,

Like a slow gathering on the move.

And happy to be moving,

enjoying the view,

and the rocking motion of the train,

of thought.

© Cosmic 2010

Portobello Road

Steel drums on a traffic island,

and flowers sold in the van,

On the Corner.

At the market the antiques',

sellers accent is genuine and priceless!

His words alerts my ears and

I get his sales technique

and energy.

Japanese photos from 1830s

"Forty pound each!"

and poetry books.

Busy stalls, lots of energy!

Man with dreadlocks shouts

with f-words about how..

"The fucking car don't work!"

and how.. "The fucking white car don't work!"

In Rough Trade the signed MC5 poster

sits by Debbie Harry's,

and the tattered Ramones one above the door,

is the ultimate doorway decoration.

Records I had never seen or heard of,

with some I had never seen in, person and

sold back to back in a,

matter-of-fact "We've got it" way.

Running short of time,

My train will leave either way.

So I leave the Portobello Road and

re-trace my steps and get my bags,

from the hotel apartment.

©Cosmic2010