A light
is struck
in highland heights,
and the vista
***** in
whispy smoke.
Tire-track clouds
distort, tickled
by the fleet
embrace of
such a
fickle vapour.
I pollute
clean air,
and lungs,
with my crime.
But
at the cusp
of mountain
and mist
I contemplate
home,
and how
I do not
miss it.
Not a bit.
My tongue
and senses sear,
and I,
at least,
am unclouded.
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 6:22 PM UTC
Memories of you
are dust-specks in sunbeams.
Capricious ghosts that flicker and dance
in warm liquid gold.
Elusive and volatile. Liable to cascade at a
glance.
In time they will settle. I will not,
for a while.
I will sit with ghosts. I will let them dance.
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 8:37 PM UTC
Quick,
quit your cage of crystal screens,
the virus here has came and been.
Seek trees with vines in times of need,
and see Sol
speckle kisses
on crisp new leaves.
Shake the dark rough hands of boughs and bark,
make them whisper the
histories of the parks.
Heed birdsong's swell, find dark clouds part,
as the timid breeze breathes
Earth's kinder art.
Let rocks and twigs crunch underfoot.
Free thoughts,
and give
that
life is good.
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 1:01 PM UTC
Stardust complexities
s
h
i
m
m
e
r
out in golden blue.
The exacting clockwork of the cosmos ticks
ponderously
in Kepler seconds.
Chronology here is kept by
the
pendulous
sway
of
planets.
Aeons as minutes.
We are just dust
on the gears.
Galactic flecks,
swept up
in the filigree pirouette of an
astronomical timepiece.
Here, but not here.
Q .
. U
A .
. N
T .
. U
M .
and fleeting.
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 12:59 PM UTC
A clipped voice,
slips noise-
lessly
into
the fray.
Yellow
and shaky.
Bland, I know.
I hate to
Say.
Butterfly
in a storm,
normally deep.
I crack,
lacking wingspan.
Headcave retreat.
Feet save
my mouth.
Because the wrong
thing ran.
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 1:05 PM UTC
Delirious morn
Scornful of the rising sun
Someone, water, please
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 12:15 PM UTC
You are tea,
serene in your surroundings.
I am coffee,
attention always bounding.
Your colour milkish pale,
creamy optimism.
I am taken black,
bitter cynicism.
Two sugars,
to match your disposition.
None for me,
I'll maintain my grim affliction.
We differ so much,
it's obscene.
But in the end
we're both caffeine.
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 10:24 AM UTC
An eldritch aura permeates
a palace, long forgotten.
I fell. Which may illuminate
my place amongst the rotten.
How long these ruins slept, I fear's
a desert measured aeon,
for sand has creep'd and crept in here,
a structure so protean.
This place it whispers death and dust,
a sister to the barrow.
I must escape this depth. I must!
These halls are much too narrow.
The stench of age, it fills the air,
with hints of green and purple.
Appendages, they slither there,
My thoughts they now encircle.
A mutter on the wind calls me,
it sends my digits lame.
Fluttered eyes. Where two should be,
five globules cry my name.
That fickle murmor, foe at first,
but now I know my error.
He tickles thoughts and quenches thirst.
Come, how could it sow terror?
All is well, I've found a friend,
His hug is warm and tight.
His many arms they do not end,
but wriggle, kiss, and bite.
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 5:51 PM UTC
A thunderclap.
Rain follows.
A sound like rot
slaps from your hollow chest.
Commuters meerkat,
as you challenge
the Silence.
Prunes for faces,
fleeing you.
Peeling from your presence.
Does it betray you?
An unspoken wall.
I hope you washed your hands.
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 10:38 AM UTC
I do not mean to flatter, when
I say you are the moon.
Your existence lies so distant,
Yet in my sight you loom.
A tide I am to your expanse,
you push and pull my heart.
Though years it's been since we did speak,
your smile tears me apart.
A sun you've found, to orbit now,
perhaps it's for the best.
Some lips, I hope, will eclipse yours,
till then my soul won't rest.
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 7:56 PM UTC