I sink each day to rise,
then rise to sink again,
and, travelling clock-wise,
I progress to remain.
Since time is only space,
I plod from there to here
and end up now, all ways,
which then must disappear.
Since space is only time,
persistence is no more
than some repeated rhyme
with elsewhere and before.
How old are dark and light,
those steps we all must climb
from morning up to night,
and after space, past time?
Hot Fuzz
I always knew you were a bust -
your crooked smile
of shining innocence
as you handed me in passing
that little secret packet
I just can't live without.
I've got to keep on dealing,
I can't stop using now:
the vein runs all the way
on past my pumping heartbeat
straight to my brain, lighting up,
Sydney Harbour Bridge on New Year's Eve.
A landscape of smooth hills,
scribbled wooded valleys,
stretches all across our rented room;
and you working undercover, cunning
to bring me all undone.
