You are a juice box.
I am the bent straw
That stabs into you
That leaves you
Hollow.

"He's dead"
She said
In his sleep, died
Last night.
Unexplainable disbelief not quite yet
Mouth instant dryness
Slow motion, a moment
In between a moment
Like unpublished thoughts
Shelved in order awaiting
Ink inventory to swallow
Impossible words on deafness
To filter imploding imagery
Of understanding and all that was simple;
Like colour and shape, where
Only eyes are required -
When this moment finally becomes itself
And all terror and disbelief rains and settles,
It is I who also died.

Sun
From rain
Guttering it's vibrating current
Feeding flowers,
Flowers from Hell.
They bloom through the cracks,
Cracks in our streets
For the dealers to prune and pick.
What chronic digestion pains, prays
For relief as petals scatter,
Scatter the windy alleys.
The night gives no surrender
To the lowly craving bones,
Caught in shadow the flowers blown bare,
Leaving only the seeds naked and black
Slipping the cracks
And dealers awaiting the bloom.

The deepening red
Of stained eyes, tired

And worn - invisible glances
Precede the imminent sun

Squinting hopeless -
Blinding stretched yawns, frozen
By the ever changing winds

Bury rings in sallow flesh
With large kohl like shadowing;

A clown with meagre thought
And heart like deflated balloon,

Is merely a bag of rested bones
Wishing for beautiful wide eyes.

In all Good assumption
pressing like halo

a planet's infinite ring
tangible yet invisible when close

the pressure unbearable
like an obligated kindness

sinking like heavy fish
swimming in blind hypocrisy

all morals resonating
and conditioned by fable

Hope wades through expansion as the bad and lying prosper

and the true and good lay dying;
their dreams turned to stone.

Her first Pirouette

dark
to light
             like clouds
as if around the moon

Vulnerable

Vapour, nebulous,
          ghost.

          Distance becomes abstract
when dancing
upon
        newly broken eyes

In bed
     The ocean
Like an aged boat, bobbing
Restful
Below the nights undulating
     Consciousness

Pillow waves
       Under ceiling skies
The shadowy smoke nods
     Silent
Unsealing the eyes

The rustling sea, rocking
Against its warm body
     Gentle
As the ever revolving tide

Boney ores
     Heavy and sunken
Swill at the vast inky ocean

Opiated and endless – Dream
Of one day sailing; leaving

This dark malignant sea behind.