Why must you write,
& why must you sing,
Why must the bird
advent on her wing?

The anatomy tells
of grandeur, of things
you were made for
and long for,

were destined to bring.

You bought my lie.

On my way to post a letter
Out my car Windows
I saw a grammar
Make a dash across the road
In an effort to be punctual
To a function at the TAB.
I skidded my car to a full stop,
Lost control in her direction,
Not in time to avoid my space-bar
I dashed over to find
She was in a comma!

Hit with a forward slash
It was a capital offense
I could not escape
Yet I was bold,
Tensely outlined the events
They docked a dot point
off my pen licence
and after bringing me before the keyboard
Sentenced me to a short spell
In a prison pen
(as it was just a lower case).

Entering the ward,
I paged the shift nurse
After her line break
‘- Would she wake?’
As it turns out her back space
Will have question marks
But her chances are greater-than most
Her progress is fontastic
For her age bracket
But her colon was disturbed -

She may have trouble
                                       with
                                                    her
                                                               vowels.

Another day
another penny earned

Another mistake
another lesson learned

Another attraction
another head turned

Another spark
     saw
another fire burned

Carry me forwards,
Carry me backwards
Carry me over
Carry me somewhere
Anywhere
Just don’t leave me where I am
I can’t carry on
Here.
Alone.
Again.

what is the sun?
who is he but
a raging pool
of fire - swirling
endless triangles
of light

what is a flower?
who is she but
an undersized tree
a lost ballerina
twirling petals
like exotic candles
dancing with the light

who am i?
who am i but a breath
encapsulated by sensory
vessels, capillaries pulsing
vitality - red clay
or sculpted beauty

who are you?
who are you but
a faded echo in
a shrouded sea
of voices i will never
meet - and yet i would
send you to read...

my words.

but what are words?

and who are we?

nothing, nothing to say
nothing, nothing to prove
nothing, nothing to lose
                 ...  except for you

We are purposed beyond ourselves

To know and to love,

But first we must understand

The eyes with which we see.

'friendly fire'*
s t i l l   h u r t s

hmmm.
worked like a charm.

Lying just beneath the surface
Breathing without movement
Waiting for discovery
The life that lies within

I want to throw my phone at the bottom of an ocean
Corrupting salt for corrupting tears that stale my words
And choke my heart [without ever having appeared]

I would that it met the depths and reached the bottom
Cos I am still trying to get to the bottom of this
When pulled at the roots, the root reappears
Harder to pull as we further in years [please wise us to the sun]

I am in love with an idea, today with your ear
All mine to whisper in, to bite and tell you two tales of love
To contain my passion to show the love within my heart
If not poured out will drown itself amass

And inconsistency will be my epitaph.

This is my fear.

my eyes are dry
i can't complain
salt water never quenched
my thirsting anyway

the who's who's
the ties and suits
the black and white
the stripes, the sleuths
the egocentric
tall, concentric
parts of us parade
eccentric
through the cities
in the minds
we make ourselves,
for only ourselves
on streets we walk alone,
in need of truth.

It's one-oh-nine AM
the somber cold
is echoing
the conch of sleep
enfolding me
to whisper
waves of morrow
to my dreams

..
     Friday's not a day.

                           Its a feeling.
                                                      .­.

A boyish grin in your branches
you climb into the sky
with fingertips on tree-bark
to its shoulders, through its eyes
on red-gum scribbles
wooden heights

Barefoot, scamper upward
earth in your lungs
breathe deeply, and feel
the roots in your chest
as web-woven shadows
teeter along

Oh build your castle there
and champion truth
with that sun-blonde hair
in the sky of sea, adrift in the light
on cotton-white tides

As fifty-two birds fly
like cards, dealt ever upward
on skyscape velveteen
in their paper-skins, like you
take flight, take flight
with your hearts and your diamonds,

red as the land

below

~
again i trade my sleep

for words

that wake my spirit

and make me soar

but never keep

my eyes

opened in class
~

As big as I see it

it's not as big as You -

You chose to see

through my eyes -

I choose to look at You..

The night begs attention
silent, bold
unafraid of stillness
unafraid to hold
the fierceness,
fragility of breath
the finity of death
& behold her blackness,
the darkness,
and in the void to rest
to wait for what is left
and for the sun.

I am a kite -
straining against her string
and while you all admire me
         hung in the sky
      like a bauble
          on an endless tree
you will never hear the thoughts
of this dancing fantasy
          *or realise
     my struggles
          to      
            be...  free

I have never hugged you
Properly
Because to be properly
Safe
I didn't think I could let you go
And I don’t want to
Attach myself
So prematurely
To fleeting
Feelings
And lose myself
In the translation
From now
To ever

My dear,
We spent a whole day travelling
And didn't reach our destination.
Saw many faces, trod many places
I followed your phases -
The moon.

I chased all the carrots
Shied from all the sticks
Everything that prodded me forward
Pulled me back to reality
That you are you
And I am me
And the word
‘IMPORTANT’
     **Will
                  Vary
          In
                    Interpretation.