Roxy

With Eno zoned and Moog knobs turned up far,
Twiddles a bit and then gives Phil his cue.
Manzanera, bearded God on guitar,
Pedal effects, bends, vibrato he do.

Thus letting Bryan to focus on the show,
Trans-European accent, falls from lips.
With eyes sharpened, a lawn he could mow,
White tux white shirt, the sweet swing of his hips.

For me  it’s ‘Stranded’, I rank as their best,
Both Phil and Andy, with our Bryan wrote.
Post Eno, sans glitter, synth, hairy chest,
They smashed it, forced some to ‘go get their coat’.

let you be

if YOU need MORE the CAR will SHOW the WAY
on ROAD we GO, or LAND not KNOWN to SAY
sit BACK and CHILL the SEED is NOW a TREE
the HILLS sweep LOW, a BELL does RING for THEE

we PARK not FAR to WALK the REST on GRASS
the WOOD has GROWN, all GREEN now HIDES the PASS
a SCENT of SEA or SALT to SAND and BLUE
we TRACK a STREAM, you KNOW it LEADS us THROUGH

on CHALK our STEPS drift DUST to AIR and LIGHT
the HOUSE we KNOW, is DARK and STANDS on WHITE
a GATE is DONE the BEACH at LAST in VIEW
with THOUGHTS we SIT, no WORDS i SAY to YOU

no CROWD will COME we SHARE this SPACE aLONE
no TIME is LOST, the ROCKS beCOME your THRONE
we WAVE goodBYE it’s TIME to LET you BE
i LEAVE you HERE, the PLACE you LOVE found ME

high velocity

He thought he’d heard a rifle shot, the sound swelling outward after ignition.

Bed paralysis,

Blanket pulled up-and-under a diminutive chin, he expected the bullet to show.

If the aim be true, a puncture in the paintwork and plaster would surely result.

A modest-sized dust storm form,

All in slow-motion.

But no.

The follow-up sounds suggested the closing of an up-and-over garage door.

Heard conversations of neighbours in the vicinity confirmed the fact.

Nothing more laid in store.