Ripples on dark and cold stone shores bring forward memory
Near the lake, I seek out the path to dark waters
Asleep not long ago, time has lost its tight hold
Escape is disgrace.

Colourful leaps!
glistening, burning flesh
shimmering across the walls,
it could have grown a glass eye here.
Smooth and sinuous under my nail,
from my hands scales rain down
the brilliance now quenched.
I pay no respects
slide the blade across
and separate.

a crunchy-looking evergreen
glitters beyond the buttery sun
melting onto dense white halls,
an angel’s resting place

my breath melds with the clouds
together we drift silently
our shadows over the hills
punctuated by the early sunset

The dark reflects off the mirrors
A long t-shirt fondly used to cover my mornings
Fell for what sought me

With ferocious caresses
I am a carcass thrown to a starving lion.
But I'm still breathing
Against the shoulders above me
In return

He prowls
The rainforest path of clothing,
Tugging the shirt back over my head.

Icons on a virtual screen
Tinny music for your ears
A row of keys
Linear time and
not so linear words

versus

A quill and ink
Bright dangerous oil lamp
Parchment paper
Musty like my grandmother,
Cradling the words in your mouth

gasping, panting,
the wind penetrating my pores.
eyes watering
I dash through the morning sun
a black blur,
free and wild as a sunspot

at ten past ten
peeking past my curtains I see
a dim blanket covering the sky