Sunday, December 21, 2014

Out of Reach

The rope
The branch
The proof
His hand
Stability

The wave
The dawn
The sign
His scent
Contentment 

The time
The itch
The word
His surrender
Relief

Friday, December 19, 2014

The Second Death

She is the grey
From the swipe of an oily rag
Across colours
Forced to play
Like stubborn children
Meeting for the first time
And any evidence
Of harmony
Surviving her angry smudge
Will be smothered

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

The View from You

Stay where you lay
Let me take your hands
I want to explore
Your mysterious lands
As I trek your terrain
Refrain your dissent
Guide me instead
As I make my ascent 
I find corners lurking
With secrets hidden
And dreams lying dormant 
With desires forbidden
Your tide is high now
Love, let me dive inside
Let me find dry ground
Your fertile soils
Your highest peaks
Your untapped oils
I shall pursue 
Without relent 
Without eschew
All this I plan
All this I'll do
Until I reach
The view from you



Saturday, December 13, 2014

Surplus

She's hoarding love
In stacks tied up with boot string and shreds of lace
Her tender kisses stored away in boxes
Stacked in cupboards filled with longing
And in the drawers you'll find embraces
That flee like marbles escaping
From velvet pouches loosely drawn

Monday, December 8, 2014

Foreboding Joy

Her eyes were vacant
Like a beach house in the middle
Of a blistering winter 
Her mind silent
Like a stadium pre-dawn
No speed
No sound
But a gradual slowing down
Of necessity and urgency
And a delicate joy
Stirs from a slumber
And rises like a vapour
Across her skies







Sunday, December 7, 2014

Personal not Business

I can't sell your lies
Don't make me
I'll spit them out like rotting teeth
I can't pull your wool
You couldn't fool me
I don't have the capacity
I'm not a puppeteering puppet
I'll dance when I want to
It's my choreography
My stage
My play
I won't even play dumb
There's no self betrayal
Or apology
I don't care what you think of me
It's none of my business 
Anyway

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Intensive Care

Can't stop
The thought tsunami
When will it end
The slow rush of debris?
Destroying all that was me
Soul thieves
Leave no precious stone 
Steal my sparkle
All my remarkable 
What is left to love
Of these remains?
Nothing
And what to give?
To give?
Everything
Always
Always



Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Fine Tuning

Wrap me
In my blanket of despair
My tears don't absorb in the cosy mohair
Nothing's wrong
I like sitting here 
Just me
Humming some made-up tune
Sounding better
Than whatever
I heard on the radio
Not long ago

Love Sick

He is my salt
He is my salve
He is my vault 
He is my valve 

Sunday, November 30, 2014

On the Mend

She was hoping
He would mend
Her broken wing
But all he did
Was break the other one

Saturday, November 29, 2014

Cold Case

Her love vanished in a single moment
Plucked out like a file in an archived box
In a dank, dark basement
And left unreturned and forgotten
Forever
And with it
Her home

Mystery Clarity

Suspended
Life inhaled
Anticipation
Plans curtailed
Poised
Tomorrow unveiled
Revelations
In tiny fractions
To keep the mystery
Perpetuated
Synchronicity
Overstated
Signals
Mistranslated
Hallucinations
In pixilations
To keep the clarity
Perpetuated








Thursday, November 27, 2014

Home



He weathers her storms
Sandbags her flooding levies
Removes her debris
Assesses the damage
And salvages remains


Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Full Mood

The joy of melancholy
Recedes like a tide
And the weight of happiness basks in shallow pools
Its colour and purpose exposed 
To a spectator sun
Justified
Smug
And revelling in a will well lubricated
Un-taut
Unlike I
Thick and slow with obstinance 
Stuck
Like a shipwreck
Too damaged to sail
Or even float
When the tide returns


War in Colour

She's collecting colours
To chase the blues away

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Chaos Perplexus

She takes the wheel
And veers off the road
Avoiding straights and narrows
Finding long and windy routes
Slowing down then
Speeding up
Crashing and burning
She surrenders
Fenders dented
Destroyed intended
She takes the wheel
And the road veers left
Left stranded
In a dusk-lit field 
Stranded
Empty handed
Body slowing down
Thoughts speeding up
Crashing and burning
She surrenders
Wim Wenders
Destroyed unintended
She takes the wheel



Sunday, November 16, 2014

Switched Off

Click
It's dark
Click
It's not
Click
It's gone
Click...
Click! Click! Click! Click!



Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Mesmereyes

Your eyes
Are a patch
Of Van Gough skies

Monday, November 10, 2014

Forced Entry


You picked my lock
You never had the key
I am ajar
Forced entry
No key required
Not even 
The right one



Saturday, November 8, 2014

The Pity Pit

Hold on
I'm not quite done
Fist and jaw 
Take a double shot of clench
Yeah why not?
Hold the ice
Then we'll set off
I'm tired of quiet 
Cheers to tears big fears!
A quick swig and a dig
I'm-a-burying this pit
And you with it!




The Longest Now

Don't ask her
To muster
More than breath
For air is all she now requires 
Not love, nor laughter, nor pleasure
Of the body or the mind
But to exist
Only to exist

Thursday, November 6, 2014

The Torture of Time

I remember
Course words well lubricated
Clumsily fired well aimed
Undeserved well received
I remember
Truths tossed cloaked in humour
Caught and treasured nonetheless 
Lips parting impending declarations,
caught by the ankles
Eyes have nowhere to hide
I remember
The unsaid
Pauses long and thick with desire
The honey air
Your hair
And now, I barter days for surrender
But time is a sadist and love is his muse





Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Battles

She peels away the tea-stained print
That shields her eyes from the scary outside
There may be a place for her yet
But she needs to dress accordingly
First she insulates her heart with wads of wool
And pads her ears
A hat and shades ensure identity fades
Now she is ready
For the quiet battle
And no one will flinch
When her canons are fired

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Stains

In the black heat
Ice cubes crack and tumble from a tray
Skimming across the floor
Hiding beneath the refrigerator 
No attempt to retrieve
Forgotten 
A tepid puddle
Waiting in the dark
Quenching cockroaches 
Observing your daily routine
Quivering to an intermittent drone
Life is brief
But the stain
Remains




Saturday, November 1, 2014

Crazy

So yeah
Maybe I am crazy
There's a place for misfits like me
It's everywhere you're not
And no place in particular
Where everything is nameless
And nothing is counted
Not the hours
Nor the coins
And no one is welcome
Except the wind

My Everest

So here we are
Again
In that place
Where familiar questions
Are left unanswered
And every notch and foothold
Carved into my vertiginous wall
Brings you no closer
To any ledge of reprieve
And what dilemma do you now face?
My dear, pathetic and lost
Do you keep climbing?
Or do you let go?
Perhaps we can do both

Monday, October 27, 2014

Poached Heart

You poached my wild heart
Watched it quiver on the plate
Contained in a fragile membrane
Gently cradled in your delicate hand
Ruptured by your silence

Masked Up


I shuffle away from their peals of approval
Drawing pleasure in drawing the blinds
Silencing joy in silencing the phone
Extinguishing delight in extinguishing the light
Indistinguishable 
Me
Barely
Recognisable 
But they'll remember my face
When I put on my mask
The one with the sad eyes
That made them laugh


Sunday, October 26, 2014

Love & Patience

You're allowed to love me
What's holding you back?
They say love knows no boundaries
And I've pulled down mine
The obstacles are gone
No walls to climb
Except your own
Come on, take a peek
Unexplored fields await
And I wait amid the daisies
As long as the sun shines
I will wait until your eyes find mine
Once more and then
You will never lose me again

Friday, October 24, 2014

Losing Me

I've been spinning
Blindfolded
With hands on ears
Humming
I'm tripping and drowning
Out the noise
In my head
Oh the things they said
Below the belt
And off the cuff
Now roll up your sleeves
I'm-a-punching baggage
With the bruises to prove it



Tuesday, October 14, 2014

So you Think you can Dance

Emerging from the mist
Green blobs on browns sticks
Become trees
And the bird songs 
From the album called Life in Perfect Harmony
Drown out foreign voices
That chant against its rhythm 
And force me to dance to my own
While clumsily apologising
Every time 
I step on my toes



Monday, October 13, 2014

Leg-less Elevan

One-a-pill
Daffodil
Two-a-pill 
Three
Four-a-pill
Crazy still
Heaven help me
Five-a-pill
Time to kill
What a thrill
Seven
Eight-a-pill
All down hill
Heart be still
Eleven



Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Old Face New

Sometimes
You surprise me
Like an old dress
Hanging forgotten
Then rediscovered
And coincidentally
Current once more
But unlike the dress
I've worn you every day
Accustomed 
Rushing past mirrors
Never pausing to admire
Your stripes
And how lovely they are

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Rattlin' & Rollin'

In her head the rattlin'
Senseless thoughts a-prattlin' 
And on her face the grapplin'
Smiles and tears a-battlin'
Every day the tacklin'
Her beaten body cracklin'
But don't you start a-dabblin'
For a pale horse she'll be saddlin'

Monday, October 6, 2014

Friend and Foe

The wind lead her here
To face familiar fear
It blows from behind 
Ushering her mind
She puts up a fight
But the wind's always right
It whispers console,
"Let me take control"
She surrenders her will
But fear remains still
Coiled like a vine
On her wit it will dine
"Trust in my reason"
Howls the wind without season
And off they flew
Into the fearless blue





Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Cured not Cured

Her heart has cured
A piece of pork
Fired
A clay pot
Set
Cold gelatine
Proved
A rising loaf
Turned
An oak leg
Irreversible 


Tuesday, September 16, 2014

House Proud


I negate the laundry
And choose instead 
To fold words into piles
And tuck them neatly away
In my soul drawer
To use again some day



Thursday, September 11, 2014

Entropy

I woke up sober
And the world no longer tinted
Under a smoked lense
Yet it remains distorted
Through the broken filter
Of my brain
And everywhere your smiles
Are pulling faces
Mocking me
And everywhere your fingers 
Crooked
Convicting me
Whispering voices mispronouncing my name
And you grow weary of my stalactitic tears
As the years chase away the clarity of youth
And wear me down to the gnarly bone




Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Discharge

Don't rescue me
I'm finally free
I found my smile
Under a pillow of clover
And when I lay down
My head is light
Unburdened by the unrequited 
And once again my heart
Can be relied upon 

Friday, September 5, 2014

Shiny Shit

Suddenly
Everyone's ugly
And all I want to do
Is shrug
Dismiss
There's nothing in your kiss
I've seen it 
I've heard it all before
Nothing's new
And new feels old
The unworn
The gift wrapped
And the vacuum sealed
No appeal
No zeal
Hanging
 In my closet
Off my neck
Or shoulder
Tags
And tissue paper
New car smell
A pop
A hiss
Bubbles and fizz
Drink up
Hard bottoms up
Flex your pecks
Look at me
I'm shiny 
I smile 'cause they said I had a great smile
Admire me
I'm one of the ugly
You've heard it
You've seen it 
All before



Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Something

Send me something
To remind me of you
You will do

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Autobiography

She's an open book
But a challenging read


Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Residual

She will linger
On his tongue he'll sing her name
Again
Again

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Flamingo Sky

Flamingo sky
Silent and shy
Bowing before my yearning eye
Never an encore before leaving
A unique performance every evening
Similar yes, though quite deceiving
A different shade of pink 
A deeper grey
And though you smile
You hide dismay
Flamingo sky
The saltiest of tears
Pool between my lips
Where you've dipped
Your sturdy foot

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Genuine Lie

She can only pretend
To be herself

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Skirting the Issue

Cute as a button 
Heart on her sleeve
 Hot under the collar
Falling apart at the seams

Friday, February 1, 2013

Tick Tock

Time stood still
For a few seconds

Friday, October 26, 2012

Eye. Kiss. You.


I love to feel your lips
On my eyelids

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Stuggling Artist

Her brush is stifled
She colours-in with sharpened doubts

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Velcro Road

This road is furry
And my feet are rough