I Am So Happy
First Night
Chameleon

I Am So Happy

I am so happy
I am afraid my heart will stop
I must test it
again and again
like the first unbelievable kisses
of another love

Jo Twist © 2003

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First Night

Dreams of a far off distant place,
Dreams of home.
Patterned green and patterned red,
And worn down to the foam.
Smells of fumigation linger,
Sealed off by the door.
A lighted room, a bloated moon,
A darkened corridor
Ventilates insomnia, rebounds off frosted glass.
Window like a guillotine,
A frame that never lasts.

The welcome sign is rusty now,
The people long since gone.
The bell that broke the silence
Has corroded with the storm.
The aftermath of echoes lie,
Glued to peeling walls.
Somewhere in the darkness
A lonely figure calls.
Underneath the stars at last, it’s maybe not too late,
But lampposts chase and follow me with eyes of neon hate.

Rob Houghton

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Chameleon

Will the real chameleon
Please stand up and
Be counted?
Which one is the real one?

Is the confident artist?
The angry young man,
The passionate lover,
Perhaps the frightened one?

Shall he wear a suit?
Blend in with the duchess's
Tea party,
Confidently.

Or shall he wear
The orange
Parachute suit
With sunglasses
And make up-
In order to stand out?

He thinks he's Bryan Ferry
But he looks like someone
From a carry on film,
F eels like Victor Meldew
On speed,
A kaleidoscope of contradictions,

But the Chameleon tries to be himself.

Tony Fisher