a stir of wings,
engines competing for air,
you are there but not,
a difference of perspective,
of machine, oil and steel
encasing wool and skin,
a mind reliving something,
running then returning,
raising a dial higher, lower,
trying to find a frequency
that takes into its thrum
nothing, no one.
Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 9:43 AM UTC
We walked
out into town,
red bricks merged into
brown green blurs of leaves,
hedges, trees moving with ease
as chatter that was
there before
fell silent.
now just one voice
at the fore,
above floods of rain, words forcing
their way, a heavy
ricochet back & forth
nearly sending you off
course & you
remember
how easy it was before,
when every word
was not ignored but
knocked you to
the floor, but as
words pour you hold,
watch every element
& substance, slower
now, as if your flesh
could stop it all,
as if it could raise the dead
if that deeper voice
stood up and said.
Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 12:16 PM UTC
You pray for the
voice not to break,
for composure
even though the
pristine walls are
crumbling,
and you see
through facades
into broken hearts,
see sunny days fading
away into war,
into a torn city,
a story
you don’t
see but drift
towards like a
current meeting
a person you never
knew but are close
to through blood,
skin, through the
wish to start again.
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 2:28 AM UTC
The fire in
you has dulled,
look for a cause
and there it is
bullet wound
where
world has
gotten in.
it’s sin and stain
and pain.
there’s no
medicament
to take
you must wait, feel it’s
searing
heat and bitter cold,
it’s love and
anger,
young and old.
When it finally goes,
seal skin,
take care
not to let its
madness back in.
Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 3:15 AM UTC
Our marks
are made over
years,
in earth,
scattered seed
for birds,
their hunger fed
but never
sated, they
wander as lost as
this rain running
down walls
trying to get
back to
source, and if we
found it would it
call us,
a wilderness
of thoughts,
syllables
that tell us who
we are,
and yet there
are clues they are
lost too, a
stutter, a
loss of air, a
shrinking
of places it is
safe to be, to
breathe,
to really see.
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 3:58 AM UTC
You never stopped
to think, you
thought you did
but it was a trick,
just genes and blood
kept you here
in this groove,
under this sky,
until it died.
We are in deep,
carved in bark,
running through history,
an anonymous story
with no one left to tell.
One day some may
find a way out, a
path that’s clear
that can bridge a
gap across skin
and stars, finally
tell us who we are.
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 5:49 PM UTC
It came in with a
stir and a spark
a flame
so close we were
forced to give
it a name, to
say it ten times
a day but
it didn’t stay
faded away
into dust,
remembered
now only in
books, replaced
by another fire
that burns harder
and higher.
We crouch, cuddle,
feed it’s form with
wood, bits of branch
and blood, then
watch it consume us.
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 4:58 AM UTC
Beneath these
steady eyes
is a
tsunami
biding it’s time
like water
collecting
against a dam
it seeks a town,
host to roam,
something to destroy
and own.
You sense it’s unsettled
stirring but place
it out of
reach, choose to
work, shop
drive, dream
but
dampness
remains in air,
in gaps between
words, in car parks when
engines are turned off.
Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 2:39 AM UTC
today you
pray that the air
will hold
your weight,
that with
every step
the fear will
dissipate &
you will
be as ubiquitous
as sky, just another
passer by
who can force the
head & heart
to mend & for
a time pretend.
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 9:55 AM UTC
that list of things to do
hangs like a view filled
with heavy grey clouds
you watch & wait for
the bird that will make
the first tear that will crack
open the light with its flight
& flood the gloom, restart a
body, factory, city, awaken
it from its misery & allow it to
see what could be
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 4:43 PM UTC