Sunday, December 28, 2014

The Old and the New

She wants to escape the familiar
And accept a stranger's hand
Where he'll lead her blindfolded
To a never-before-seen land

All the morsels sampled there
exotic and obscure
And timid creatures materialise
Drawn by her allure

While all her abandoned senses
Return like the fold at twilight
And bitter memories are hastily snuffed 
Locked, cast away, dead and finite

Alas, this wonder wonder
Will too one day become
A lacklustre mosaic
Well-studied and humdrum





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