The water here curls – looks back – to the spreading hills. It seeps over emerald, runs down guts, laughs to the sky, then flattens in search of repose; it barely troubles the banks, then turns, chases its shimmer in a filmy pool wet with kisses
Tinker Bell
So when did The vape fam accepted the play Makes my game First game in a while Didn’t you hear? I’ve been banged up away Back on shore Here we go my fucken rock n roll detective hat again Just got to kick it now to the rain maker Now I’ve got to sell Me…
blue into clear
blue into clear for Keikei saw the waters as they swiftened under the onward beat of rain drop through my eye felt cold in the hand as i trawled for these words in river sand to let them rise and run in voice…. they say these waters need a century to rise through earth blue…
Disco
In it comes, the old bus snorts, and I’m off! An intravenous shot coursing through the salt-scarred arteries – sicky town, Dizzy up and down, God on the bends, effervescent crews swinging their bottles, pooing in the alleys. Somehow it tickles me Up I go! tyre at the curb and down the…
3 types of irony
When the Chinese invaded the Japanese Garden of Contemplation with their cameras & good-natured laughter, I thought, as I sat on the bench contemplating, this is ironic.
Dead to me
I once had a brother . He died just today Gone once and forever Yet right here he stays . I would have nothing to give but to you I gave all. To me now your gone ,yet your shadow still falls. Your heart , still heard beating set deep in your chest. You’ve veins…
Someone once said
An outlook that on life, one I wish was taught. Instead of all the fallacy that is imposed on our thoughts, see someone once said no one said life would be easy, this stands partly true but fails to appease me. here are all the other things that they fail to reveal so please read…
Ping-Whack
Winter colours, out of air, arrive out of Autumn colours, bronze and orange-white. A clear black sky, never long at zero. Briefly, over night, the Heart delights at quietness, star dried. Subdued. Winter quietness grew. The soil softened. The growing slows, the Mowing -men, their trailers now with pruning gear. Dew, iced, dominates. Rivers-blent spearmint…
the fallen leaf
There’s no place to fall like a leaf in the dead pool; to hold/let go – the moment dissolves, stirs slow, microbial forms; narrow fish collude in the shallows.
The Laundry Room
The Laundry room… Where lost souls meet – Whilst everything spins.. around them randomly… in tandem – Trying to cleanse – their clothes their sheets their lives – Strangers together – in a foreign place – Revolving through glass doors – Casually observing others habits… judging – The Laundry room – We don’t meet and…
Sisters run…
Part 1 Sisters run together – in a pack like wolves – Senses open – for protection… Ears listening, twitching – Signals returned – Over and out. Part 2 Sisters run together – in synchroncity – Goddesses flying through time – Wiccan warriors – protecting her own – Arms wide open – Embracing, …
cooperation
summer had been torn pinched by the first bare arms of the autumn beginning to undo buttons and remove the loose light and the stored earth heat leaked out quicker, and the beautiful career of being awake now asked and expected overtime so I was up and moving lines around the notebook in a cool…