To walk in a field of dandelions and tall grass It was all going fine until we broke our backs He’s stuck there still trying to figure it out A dream catches a breeze Out the door and down the road she goes To begin living our dreams we must first wake up Modes of…
Category: Original Poetry
my situation
Two blackbirds, a speckled thrush & a myna casually shit upon the deck regular each morning, peck the wooden cat bowls & when I surprise them, leave. I end up with these friends. I’m no Snow White but I do like to feed them which is my fault, I know. But who knows, because…
afterlife
Who will know what you did, the pride you felt. It’s quiet when you’re gone. There’s nothing to do & no-one to talk to. But dream. Maybe our lives unwind, slowly.
sound
She cuts the waves so fine & the sea breathes long grass stilled & blows. You could stray in a sea of wheat all day if there’s nothing more or walk behind the street an ear for the waves of her feet as she goes. she as
necklace
I count the beads on your string as your lips form shapes which give substance to the emptiness of air, & meaning. I go on like this, hours, fingering your pearls, feel minutes drop, lose my way & when you’re still, it’s like everything else is.
temple
even the birds need to shut up. everyone does & everything. long live silence! with my ear muffs on so tight not even light can escape them. they’re industrial. all i hear is the throb of my head, if that.
2 sisters
When i got there she was on her back & her sister who’s like eighty herself wasn’t much help. We pulled her up but she died & after that i thought about it, her stiff board, the flaked bits of her skirt & cardigan, the stink of dog, how heavy she…
the worm behind the man
When you look at me you see the glass only. When you split my head/ knead the bits… what is it but nerves of a smile, words in the dark if I must, bend.
kill my buzz, i deserve it
kudos to you, i said, good for you & he went on & more dead than ever i laid down heard birds the breeze slipped in & if anything i was happy
You’ve done that again?
Think if you can a picture Of you and I embraced in a kiss Feel how I tremble inside Sorry if there was something I missed Outside tonight We can take on the cloak of the dark Before the dawn of another day He said this is what it sounds like When purple doves cry…
our solitude
rub the dark spot of her solitude, her ribbed feathers down .. give, the water here is mottled, spun by the late sun, high clouds & gulls heading out. & still we’re alone even when I sanctify these gentle folds beneath the cold heavens.
muses, help me
Is it true if you is cool hang loose lie still long enough you can see the animals of the garden, trees as symbols, the soft gods that dwell among the first knot of men, curious; the careless weeds free of the tyranny of summer lawns – man before the law. I am done….