It's when you sleep.
Isn't it?

Cover your face, a white sheet to clear the eyes
So the one around you cannot see what you think
But we both know, it's when you sleep
Your body betrays you, you twist and turn
and you're warm to the touch, lover
of thoughts of us........

We both know it is so
Magic.

Delectable surprise, been searching so long
and bread (chunky slices), absent cliches.

It's a sad world when suppressed genius
is not permitted to shine.

Through the mesh of midnight, one refugee
smiling wide, a flower blossoms.

One day of tasting bitterness, a long day.

Contrast amiss in the forum.

A small Egyptian taunts the patience of a clock.

The dog and the mole in a showdown with no end.

Quires and polish vie alongside closed shop windows, pets doze.

Training is a long trip to secure a noose.

World rotator broke, needs hearts inside to churn
We are stuck in the same grid.

Agony on the forefront, sign your name to the list
Cardiac arrests in a jam and sad, nowhere out.

Rush your feet, paddle your wares
Sesquicentennial views would baulk at what we do.

He, growing, is nearly asleep but his psyche keeps fast to the tale
He hears:   The world at end, too many fights, ugly bites
                    They never knew or tasted peace, the blast on close
                    Rights, mere words.

He wakes, jarred by certain fear, praying the bubble at the end
Is big enough for enough
(Enough of the right people).

If the world should end this year and a select handful could make it out
Inside a scientific bubble, hidden in a volcano
(There is talk of super rich buying off tracts and strips
Away from when the crowds go mad........)
Will we need preacher or agriculturist, who will grow the crop?
Is an artist of importance or how about the taxman?
When this big, blue ball's reduced to rubble, do we need accountants?
The cave age beckons, folks and Lard knows, it seems not far off
Not the way groups take turns to hack away humanity.

Stockpile the water, canned food, save a let or two
And leave sentiment at the door, the bubble cannot hold us all
(Wait, where'd I leave my cell? Oh, there won't be electricity, no charge.)
No meat to eat, but hens to lay
Save the flint and remember: keep the secret.

World falls to pieces, some shot and others blasted
One stands alone, away from it all: this hot day
Jaundice nails disappear—
A few gems are pressed
Upright.

Skin rasps inaudible; tables unturned, and stones too
Barbed words blunted, a lonely figure in the light
Of ascertained darkness—
Sweet **** won't listen
Overt.

Silent consumption on the remnants another finds use
Night brings to life secrets behind the eyelids—tiptoe
Calm into your cosm, of bated breath.

I stripped the ocean of its salt, the winds whippingly
sailed to my
eyes.

didn't you write of how you tied the sun
to my
ankles
almost blasting
-uncalled.

merry joints never laugh and thank you
ever so much
thrice the crowing
in the morning, time stole away to the next month
a sixth of a year now.

thrash the whole grains, feed a flattened bread to the crowd
you can peer deep in the face of tomorrow's screen
but from these eyes
better to
turn your face.