She dances in the dark spots
Between the street lights, like
A patient drunkenly twitching
Before an operation,  

There is but a lick of anxiety
In her performance, deprived
Is she by her cruel audience, but
To their defence
They are merely the empty foliage
That sit on each side of the city lane,
Like shadowed guards
Who gleefully imprison her in chains,

Where will she go
After the moon retires and
The trees offer her the key ?

Perhaps, she will follow the stray cat
Down the dimly painted alley, will
She give in to the ***** feline, who  
Beckons her with a fickle whine
And who stares obtusely
With such precise baby-doll eyes,

Or will she simply sink
Into the leaf smothered ground,
Face anchored and stitched
To the pavement, her beauty
Famished and her heart envious
Of the four-pawed beast
Who now dances on her corpse.

⠀⠀1
snow spills
like stars shredding onto soil.
suddenly I’m sinking,
& the world weighs like a wound
wrapped in the white, wet wool of winter;

      2
autumn appears in amber, already
pulling out my pieces—
again, it aches;

      3
death dawns in darkness
& I dance, drenched of the desire
to dream—breathing and breaking
bonded before, now they birth
a boundless burden;

     4
night
nests its nails into my neck;
& I’m bone-broken, body-bloodied,
sprawling scarlet across my skin;

     5
eclipsing with you,
I lose my light, looking for love,
& all of my colors cease to conceive;

     6
sun sits
on the saffron spine of summer
but the melancholy doesn’t melt away,
dreams do;

     7
skies spout
my sorrow in spring—
garnished with green grounds, I grieve.

pony-tailed playmate
head tucked in her shirt
gazing steadily down
at her toes in the dirt

chaos tiptoes around her
naive oblivion
journeys in far away lands
just west of the meridian

watercolor fairy tales
bleeding outside the lines
unaware of the danger
unaware of the signs

let me sit with you, darling
in the dampened flower beds
and paint a new world
for us in our heads

A small boat sitting at the harbor's edge,
bobbing up and down with the sea's waves;
Catches my eye on this November morning,
calling me to bring it to a nearby cave.

I sought out the owner of this handsome skiff,
blue and gold shining in the clear ocean's light;
Yet no one responded to my strong, eager voice,
so I ran to the rescue with sheer delight.

Once I finally reached the tiny flailing ship,
I pulled its long rope from the water's edge;
Then bound it and tied it with all my might,
to the flag of its colors which sat on the ledge.

Relieved but exhausted from my ordeal,
I sat up with surprise when my eyes grew dark;
The world became nothing but a swirling brew,
concocted from seaweed, shells and bark.

What I didn't recall was the time I spent,
as captain of this boat many years before;
My head was bursting with pain and confusion,
as I crawled on the sand from the windy shore.

It was just an illusion from my seafaring past,
while missing the voyages we used to take;
I only imagined what had happened that day,
my youthful vision still alive and awake.

(At night I dreamed of that nearby cave,
where my first boat was nearly lost in a wave) !

When the kettle
Has finished and boiled
And the Sunday eggs
Have been spoiled,

When the man who begs
Dissolves into the street
And the magpies
Squeak their last tweet,

Will they still need me
And will they still see me?

When the young boys  
Have been found dead  
And the obituaries
Have been read,

When all the red berries
Have sunk and wilted
And the groom
Has succumbed and jilted,

Will I find the end
And will I be whole again ?

Embrace me kind stray
nudge the wet grass with your nose
kiss me so it tickles
and ill tell you my tale
so we may befriend each other
and share this split second
together and forget what will happen
oh my kind creature
where is your mother ?
why do you wonder these forests alone?
my brethren don't accept me
the dew on the petals
the ones that hang from blades of grass
maybe you are like me
in co-incidence
we find each others company
they say I am not from the sky
yet born from a heart
of a creature divine to its core
as the grass swayed apart
reveling her captor
an outsider who's weight was heavier
within the fields was a stranger
who will take her away
from her budding innocent sweet fawn
so she glanced at her creation
and gave birth to me
and fled into the jaws of the captor
so she will weigh worth
a bargain
a deal
a life for one yet to be

waltzing along
our beloved song

I used to be
quite better at this,

didn't intend to step on your feet,
you didn't intend to care about me.

and when the music stops,
will you say a prayer

for the sake of a soul remnant,

for the sake of a no longer living
man that believed
that dance with the dead
was the cure for his pain?

A girl walks
along the street in twilight voting
every second of her life
with every
shake of the head every
twist of her figure every hummed
word every scream
every time a hand is lifted
in aspiring connection
for a coming together
for removing the walls for
not looking
away from what hurts has hurt
for a long time

There's a boy standing
immobile
on the surface of the Earth voting
with every breath every muscle
every fibre of the heart
for this girl

I wish I had eyes to see the sunset
I wish I had ears to hear you laugh
but I have been ridden of my life
for I am now a mere corpse
a ghost of my existence
I only hear that one lonely howl
or sob at night
and seem to look the second after
the suns last ray has shone a glimmer
that made it worthwhile.
If I sprouted wings tomorrow
then I would not fly
Oh my darling flame
instead I would fan your earthly ambers
so it would embrace me warmer.
and I would be one with the ash that once I feared