Mountaintop – 5th December 1996

From this desolate spot
I spy the fiery spikes of God
With none but the birds for company
I dream of snowmen

And looking down across this kingdom
Owned by none, shared by all
I spot a place for me to sit
Amongst the ruins of reality

Perhaps on the golden shore
Or this lonely cabin
But mostly in my heart
Where I can rest in peace

14th Oct 2024 – This was the first poem I wrote inspired by Jack Keraouc’s Alone on a Mountaintop. Click here for the second.

My New Work Ethic – 17th November 1996

It’s hard to contemplate
The complete waste of time I spend chasing the dollar
I’m so busy doing
Now I’ve no idea where I’m going

Yesterday I had to wait somewhere for a while
And I noticed a tree
A tree I knew was there
But just never saw it before

It was weird and twisted
And I realised sometimes you have to stand still
Just to see what is there
To take stock, real stock

Life is short and precious, I wish I wasn’t wasting most of it