I am a trinket on your shelf
An inanimate doll added to your collection
But I see you sleep, I too see you sneeze
Collecting your mucus on your bedside table in clumps.
We, the Worry-Dolls, Picture Books, Clay Tea-Pots and the odd nostalgic childhood momentos,
we conspire,
while your closing eyelids tire and oscillate timely each night.
Until that routine time, static is all you see from We.
...
Now I, solomnly sat upon this lifted ray of light
the ants accept me now as never before
steering clear from my body as to not shake me
they know i don’t allign, they sense my specialties shine
cross roads and dark matter
i never crossed that highway
so tell me why i mustn’t die.
uncle up there upon your impish cloud tell me.
if the day must never end, why can’t i chase the sun?
i see my leg...
I had this dumbbell-weight I lifted once.
To relieve my body of its sorry spine,
Hopeful ghosting, un-sent in increments,
Each day successfully passed without a response like a newly blown balloon added to my bucket’s handle,
I take one dose daily.
But every ghost became so somehow.
One week now,
I expected my much needed housekeys,
packaged en-closure.
Prolonged dissonance is a farewell.
All...
Sing my dying dog
Howl for the immortal world
Pant from your dead eyes
Humid breath hitting me fast
Your canine soul ascending
You still feel so young
Tiny paws pitter patting
Now limp in my palm
I’ll ferment with you, here, Dog
While we are above the soil
I’ll buy us a bed
One final furr to face nap
Oh my girl - so dead
Someone get my iron gun
I can’t leave you alone, run
Till stars l...
Too loud in this town,
that holds a gold crown it's foamy thunder-head.
A spinning halo spanning the stout skyline;
Standstill.
Five fingers deep in the North Sea I plunge.
As it soaks my seaweed seemed gloves,
foreignly wired eyes spark ill-interest on my absurd ways.
The wild pidgeons here tweet that I harbour street cred
while their iridescent necks bob back and forth
Their requite liquida...
Clear as an ocean from above;
We, the sailing seas of disconected patterns,
contorting together like loose phone cords.
Intertwining vines following up our mangled spines.
Plugged centeral into the many nuclei,
sent by a shattering gunpowder,
Travels each sparking flame within us.
Alight in each of them.
In their bantu knots and pony tails, aflame,
held by heart stringed hair ties.
Woven fiber...
I'd love you tomorrow moreso than I did today.
I could never love you more than yesterday.
The moon shon bright that icy cold summers night,
it was spring.
You tell me we will build the house,
with engineered vintage moulding and that deep, luscious garden to get lost in.
I still stick to your words like bug traps.
You said you love to free climb tall rock faces,
but you insisted I be your har...
Purple is the colour of peaceful ill-slumber.
Blue is the colour of the seatbelt sign.
White is the colour of the pills that instill slumber,
it is also the colour of longing and turbulence; Of light.
The inevitable merging of enduced compliance,
forced physical restraint,
and the antacid hidden in all of our micro-plastic, display-dinner-in'a-bags'.
Orange is the colour of the fluorescent fla...
A sinister blow awashes the sand,
her howling gale socks me off my feet,
searing granuals cling to my glassy eyes,
tailoring a new gritty - hot - layer of sclera.
Her desolate palm lifts me up,
I rise with the heat,
to meet her harsh gaze,
beaming on my fast wilting flesh.
She cackles at me like a Jeep.
But I'm too high up now to leap.
I was urged to beware her dire exhale.
Not to get caught...
