The precocious pupil


She held him back after class,
telling him off for inappropriate
behaviour during the class test.
She was most upset that he’d run off,
chatting in the physics preparation room
with his mates, Mr Ford and Mr Davies.
No – if she was to revise and
take the next class test seriously,
he would have to stay and
invigilate her and the rest of his class.
He assured her he would and
from then on he kept his word.

Driftwood 

Wood drifted into
floating sleep

buoyant dreams
ebbed and flowed
tangled limb desire
swept through her
empty branches
logged and lodged
in her knotted mind

tumbled smooth skin
sonambulant senses
wished for his bare bark
to envelop her sea damp
contours offering her
the fantasy of sap rising
– heartwood restoration

but a drift she was
dry and dead inside
yet the sea journeyed
her home to a shore
where lovers saw her
poverty and loneliness

they adorned her with
sentimental souvenirs
and she became
someone else’s memory

Someone to bow down to

I need someone to bow down to, my guru,
someone to show me basic sanity,
to show me the best of humanity,
I need someone to bow down to,
may it be you.

I need someone to bow down to, my guru,
someone to show me grounded reality,
to keep me away from grasping fantasy,
I need someone to bow down to,
may it be you.

I need someone to bow down to, my guru,
someone to show me my mind’s essence,
demonstrating the truth of interdependence,
I need someone to bow down to,
may it be you.

I need someone to bow down to, my guru,
to be my better reflection,
help me realise my intentions,
I need someone to bow down to,
may it be you.