Moving too many steps at once finds me back where I started. So let’s take it easy. We have an eternity, don’t we?
I look for leads everywhere, a hint as to finding out where I am and where I want to go. Betting on who I might be.

Starting from the sea, my scaly body emerges. Walking upright I enter the city of lights. I broker laws and sense myself.
Flip of the dice lands me here on this page, beseeching your help. My steps should have meaning, a righteous path.

But how to comport myself in this horror show of a world, bodies strewn on tainted land, men returning to the beast mode.
Angry spittle and no reason reasoning. Shifting winds portending doom.  Evil clowns masquerading as human beings.

Resistance at all costs. One step at a time.

The red brick roofs,
telephone wires,
and soft, evenings like this
are what I will remember
in the coming years.
Sipping lychee drinks
and watching the pale pink
of the horizon’s glow.
And it’s so still,
so quiet
except for the steady air
the breeze of distant cars
and children’s voices
from the old park.

This is the night town,
a town of peace.
though, really, it’s a village.
My village.
Unnoticed on common maps.
I used to see it as so,
so small
because I know every path,
every hidden street,
and all the fields that surround them.
But now I’ve realised
that it’s holy ground.
Ironic for an agnostic,
but I love the songs
the blackbirds sing
outside my window
in the mornings,
and at night,
and now,
the time when everything is soft.
Since we’ve passed the spring equinox
I’ll find comfort in
domestic love,
in a place it takes
fifteen minutes to walk round.
Please be quiet.
I just want to sit, and listen.

Lean in and kiss me,
Tell me how much you love me,
Shower me with gifts,
And put nothing else above me.

Sacrifice for your paramour
And risk both life and limb.
Tell me I'm the only one
And love me til the end.

I pick you up when you fall down
And protect you when in danger.
I've risked my life for you
And you just leave me for a stranger?

There's no mercy for betrayal.
You'll suffer for what you've done.
I trusted you with everything,
Now you will pay in blood.

Tell me that you're sorry,
Tell me that you're scared,
Tell me it meant nothing
In hopes from consequence you're spared.

But there is no force in heaven
Nor in the pit of hell
That can hinder what is coming
When the Death Bell ominously knells.

Come to me, my love,
And I'll embrace you one last time
To feel the synchronicity
Of our heartbeats and that chime.

The Death Bell's ring grows louder
The closer I pull you in.
Before I pull you under
I must confess to my last sin:

I love you despite the evil
I could see beneath your skin,
Gave into the torrid obsession
That will burn forever within.

Now bound by bitter hatred
I bind you, too, in fetters
In a prison of your making
And leave you with a letter.

A letter and a lover
Is all that I will grant you.
Before the latch is sealed
For eternity, he and you

Will be dragged into the underworld
Buried alive inside this hole.
To rot together, you wretched lovers,
As the Death Bell loudly tolls.

Semi-aquatic,
silver shimmering,
a swimming body
wet and exotic,

fluid motions
flying in
the pure parts
of our ocean,

she could have been
mermaid, kin
to lesser fisher men,

water friction
pulling her hair
like the wind
forcing each strand
to fall back
as she
flows forwards
faster than the *******
trying to entrap her,
and capture her rapture,

but hazel eyes,
long chestnut hair,
and limber limbs
do not tarry here.
They disappear
beneath the cresting wave.

She is saved,
but her pursuers
are washed away.

She is free to play
as death takes
those hunters
to a watery grave.

Staring death in the face
For a second
Took me apart
For a moment

                                And I stopped
                                And I breathed
       And I realised just how much
        I don’t want to go
       Not anymore

I didn’t breathe straight away
Actually
First came the butterflies
(but they weren’t of excitement)

                                  Maybe they were moths

And I shook
Like a brown paper bag
You can throw away
Because nothing happens

                After that I went and
                Got on my train
                I went on a protest march
                For what I care about
Because I want to make a difference

let us walk through quartz,
my love
in the red,
sunset desert