McKune’s Stanyan Street
I saw you walking on Stanyan Street today
you seemed to be in a hurry
were you trying to find a new acquaintance
or looking for the memory of Rod McKuen
Tuesday 7th June 2022 5:15 pm
woman in a starbuck’s window
woman sits in a starbuck’s window
looking, searching, waiting, watching
is it the thing that watchers
in an Edward Hopper painting
wait, search, look, watch for
does she know
who she is looking for
who she is searching for
who she is waiting for
who she is watching for
I wonder if the subjects in
Wednesday 21st April 2021 8:12 pm
I'm trapped in darkness
Searching for the light to leave
Will I ever find it?
Tuesday 11th August 2020 6:53 pm
Kind and caring.
How I fall for this disarming lie
Capturing and setting adrift.
A mind so confused
Looking for a missing muse.
There was a sign
Didn’t you see?
A warning of note
But no, you let it free.
Heart so soft and bruised
She doesn’t need to be used
But…it’s her fault
She must bring it to a halt
Monday 17th February 2020 8:49 am
A lonely boy in a sea of lonely nights
in that last hour of the day
capturing words he wishes he had said
writing them down
so they’re out of his head
Music fills the air
soothing the tension
lessening the cares
Take a trip to the other side:
what makes the other person tick,
what makes them come alive,
what’s in their head they’re trying to hide
Sunday 12th January 2020 2:58 pm
bodies tangling, intertwining
we get lost in the moment,
in the rush
drifting off to our own space
No time like the present
we’re looking for answers in the pouring rain
If you could get by
for one night
without looking for the answers
If you could
for one night
love me just the same
Everybody needs something
Thursday 2nd January 2020 4:43 am
You discover them
one by one
climbing up the walls
searching for something to satisfy their hunger
They gather there
smelling the sweetness calling them
they see their chance
a long journey has taken place
Will they reach their target
or will they be wiped out
only to start over again
Wednesday 18th December 2019 9:35 pm
I'm searching for a genie at the bottom of every bottle.
But three wishes will only last a little while.
So I'll just sit and sip on my own sorrow,
But you know I'm still going to try again tomorrow.
I'm searching for some rhyme or reason,
Why I'm still here in this mental prison.
Maybe so I'm forced into self-reflection.
But you know I'm stuck in this misdirection.
I'm searching for a...
Friday 21st June 2019 4:54 pm
Stairs going up, stairs going down,
Spiraling stairs going around, around, around.
Which ones to take, which ones to leave,
Ladder or snake? Where does it lead? What is achieved?
Sometimes you're up, sometimes you're down,
Sometimes you just go around and around.
Nobody knows the troubles you've seen,
Nobody 'cept Jesus.
I passed a man coming...
Saturday 1st June 2019 9:04 pm
The end is nigh
And here am I
On the edge and trembling
Who will catch me if I fall
Who will be there for it all
The one who stays from end to end
The one who I can call my friend
The one who loves me true and through
The one who knows just what to do
When the end is nigh.
The end is nigh
And here am I
Cascading through the follies
Who will help me find ...
Friday 12th April 2019 9:19 pm
I know you're out there
I can hear your voice in the wind that rustles the leafless trees
Like them I'm waiting for Spring
To grow again inside love
I'm searching for you
I chase my shadow in the fading colours of the setting sun
Look for your message amongst the stars
Bathed in moonlight
In awe of the universe
I've dreamt ...
Thursday 11th February 2016 12:21 pm
Lost in limbo,
In these dark woods
Where we dare not go.
But I must find her
And bring her home.
She doesn’t belong here
Amongst the ravenous crows.
The moonlight spears
Like shards of blue glass
Through the thick canopy,
Piercing the black grass.
The trees block me
But I have a promise to keep
And I’ll push on through;
Miles to go bef...
Monday 23rd September 2013 8:57 pm
Do not look for me, for I am gone.
I am the silent songs of birds, the words
Of ancient etchings scratched off warm stones.
The lone tumbleweed on open sands,
Spreading nothing more across vast lands
And crashing into sparse trees.
I am the breeze on the path that is left behind.
The vacant mind of an elderly man captured
In a photograph. I am the white edge,
The ledge of a pr...
Wednesday 17th April 2013 2:57 pm