White Lace and Sleep Now.
Paper chase highway, Pixelated night breeze,
Can't break the habit, Cold turkeys do time.
Heart on the handbrake, Lust in the fast lane,
Chasing the fade, to the end of the line.
Crows on the skyline, Call to the fox wind,
Clouds on their journey, Yellow stone sky.
How can I find you? Footprint disclosure,
Welcome sign doormat, Linoleum grime.
Two sides to the story, No end to the circle,
Four beats to the bar, One word to the wise.
A child born on Wednesday is woeful and weepy,
A tambourine someplace, Plays out of time.
Empty like clear glass, Lost on a bookcase,
Rain on a Tuesday, In market stall lines.
Caught between conflicts, Eyes in the headlights,
White lace and sleep now, Nevermore mine.
Shirt Tails in the Rain.
Yesterday's child shakes the rules and runs wild,
Shakes her tips from the boys at the bar.
Spends her night on the street, where she's trained in deceit,
Spends the day with her dolls and her Stars.
Did you fall so from grace someone's taken your place?
Did you think yourself safe in his arms?
Don't you think it's a crime someone wasting your time?
Did you place so much faith in your charms?
She parades her self-fix like a fake crucifix
And the snow howls like ice through her veins,
But it won't free her mind in the cold winter time,
You might think that she's lost, but she's lame.
Oh Jane, in your bold shirt tail stance
Can you make jewels dance in the rain?
Or would your feet turn to clay
If you heard pipers play
"Will Ye No Come Back Again?"
copyright ian gordon craig
These poems would be published in my book "46 Contemporary Poems".
