Gain...ing access to my heart

Reveal...ing such pain

Stepp...ing over me to her

(7/5/7 Syl count)
1st August 2012

getting old
who wants it
like a slap in the mouth you see

cosmetic overhall
cream for this
cream for that
something to stop that fat

southern hemisphere
it draws near
pump them up
nip and tuck

cellulites a blighter
liposuction leaves you lighter
dreaded age
no more centre stage
liver spots confirm the rot

............................................

hang on though
is it so bad
the issue to impress
demised, no longer a drag

the rat race gone
no more out there on the block
competing with the rest
to attract the opposite ***

The bracelet curled around your wrist
skin embracingly ornamental....representing
eternity.  I remember when we shopped
windows lit up to enhance the jewelled effect

Wore bright smiles, coats that salvaged
hid the chill from our bones. The cold air paid
a high price to gatecrash our sentiments,
it did not succeed and skulked off to bite

into the heart of one whose flesh was delicate
who wore woes, like parrots clinging to
Shoulders of pirates at sea...all at sea...for dear life
Clearly slipping in and out at sea level
I saw them pegged out, unaware of those tagged
Expressions, labelled on the outside
And me, fingers grasping the secret of our love
Affair, bought and paid for in gold

A round black hard button pressed itself at the walls
of my stomach, churned and mixed a cocktail,
a shaking mass of temporary fight or flight. It was
not the menu I was hoping to greet this morning.

I sidled the park pathway in search of fresh air,
cramped from living with wooden emotions, without
release, not fit for sharing, let alone thinking second
by second, continually mocking like seagulls swirling

overhead spitting at the passers-by, grabbing at leftovers
in their wake. I soft footed the hard surface, heading
away from my mind, it followed; pulling punches.
The bike, quiet, sprung past, knocked at

my reverie and temporarily subjected me to the outside.
I hated that second; how it tripped me up, inviting itself.
I hadn’t asked, it hadn’t replied, it happened, I groaned
and felt the hard grind as the button pushed deeper.

The relentless gusty air clutched at my skin, spilling tears
onto my cheeks, catching at my silent lips. I did not draw
a hand up to scrub them clean, it wasn’t worth the effort,
almost daring them to be seen; for someone to look…..

help me…..

Walking past the window into her world
They did not see or know the content of her world

The curtains pulled back as normal
To show signs of life but, her world had changed

The raised flesh, fanned with indigo and bruised blue
Coated in salty tears pooling on her lips

Shame faced to the outside world, she did not deserve
The lash of skin to skin, knuckled edge

Dare not step away, leave the nest … there are children
Where circumstances stack high, with outlets small yet angles sharp

Words carved out from threatening lips spit at her
To waste her away, gathering down into a vacuum

Her world exists in faint margins, in small pleats of departure
Always to return raining down hard to secure her

Her world ……

Brandishing a burnt out shell for a head
A wanting to swap for a basket of sweet smelling aroma

A sigh emanates, escaping its enclosure
Pushing past my lips, its emerging warm breath collides with the air

Treading water to climb the rung to clear blue
Clear solid blue without a cloud in sight to blot life’s copy book

I feel the healing from its vastness, its everlasting structure
Pushing into beyond, besides what else is there to look at

The land is dry from lack of rain and there is stillness abundant
Seeping into the world of nothing, raising no hope whatsoever

So take it or leave it, its status is strong and powerful and likes
The seat it sits upon delving you out of this into that

We both know this way will end in tragedy with petals of
Life strewn aside, trampling life into the ground

Yet we fumble for hope, a continuation
A searching for an awakening to the clear......

Blue of a sky

If I'm not in view
how will you see me?
will it be in a dream?
a moment of enlightenment?
an epiphany?
a silent scream into the night?
a shrill silence?

How will I know you see me?
through the soft beat of my heart?
in the sifting of my memory?
with healing wounds?
over the waves of emotion?
through the tunnel of your imagination?

I cannot conceive or believe
just how this will happen,
to reach out for faith's home,
pray for a smothering of hope,
single your face out in the crowd,
imagine your texture,
how it graces my mind

Crafting a channel
through the clay of time,
inking the paper with love deposits,
blowing a kiss to travel to the
ends of the earth,
awaiting its return, one thousand
years too late

In the set square sat a round
racket of positivity, molecules
cherished in cherry smiles
chimed 18 x 9am daily dongs
a song known through sound and
vision secrets saved in silent cheeks
mothed up in ***** of tremulous tongues
tough eccentrics bull dozing blindly
baked on 1000 degress, ovened out
softened in soap suds, sponged
free, out of site of the black dog who never
wags his tail, hung dog look gallops
through the aisles, hopping hopscotch, set
squares sitting with round racket ruminators

If you could encapsulate a precise feeling
Enlarge it, breath it in, hold it for a little
Longer....wrap you arms around it.....
                                                         ­        what would it be....?
Would it be a crystalised memory?
                                                                ­a
Photograph worn at the edges from long ago
Held touches pristinely varnished?
                                                      ­          a
Song captured mid verse? whose notes bear witness
Forever black stalks glooped in circular feet

Would it be....
                                                          ­       a
Atmospheric winged horizon, caught out as a bubble
Links the past
Yet here, what would be the exact nature of your
bubbliography?
                                                                ­ a
Winged bird, a pleasure dome, soft far off yonderings of
                                                              ­   a
Soul searcher locating peace everlasting
But...what peace?....dare I ask you...would you give up for another

Handing you choice, choose one to......
                                                        ­            hold with memories

prompt me, if you like
pause me or restore,
fake forward to
another track and time.

please me, if you like
that would be nice,
a gracious game, attach me.

stand with me, if you like
til you feel kinda certain,
in one aspect or another.

do not frame me.  i would not like
your bargaining episode,
neither manipulation, would i ….

rather
beckon me, to another order

mind your ways and self
until pleasure beckons you,
for yourself, not me.

i am in tune to you, or not
in sway and light meanderings of mind.

a series of events may take you
in ways you like, or not, with or
without a hand at your side.

speak with me, if you like
but not drag the solution from me.
you are your own way
if you have a mind to see it.

depart from me, if you like
strength to strength, or fall.
while it breaks my heart to await
your outcome ….
of fortune i will hope.

it sours me beyond belief, in wretchedness
for i fear what could befall you and
grit your stumble.

raise me, if you will
into a prosperous outlook
to meet head on.  

shy away from your
mouth of negativity with words
bound up from invisible torture,
become light in step and airway

if you like, or not.

Mirrors can be a serious matter,
On the other hand crazy fun fair
Mirrors create short legs, long
Legs, fat bodies, thin bodies, wide
Heads, narrow heads.  So, does
Anyone really know what truth
Lies in a mirror?

Shop mirrors enhance the selling
Power, loading us up with their
Projected images.  How many times
A day does the mirror fulfil its
Role profile to a satisfied or
Dissatisfied audience?

It’s a powerful prop and one most
Of us need before we dare the
Outside world.  Creating a mosaic
Around our lives in mirrored
Patterns and multi coloured style,
Choosing one to show off our
Personal taste.

I bet not one home is without!

Walk the mile it takes

          To reach your destination

Never looking back

(5/7/5 syll count)
16th July 2012

Taking a stance, strong as a mountain,
would you hear me, carried on echoing
shoulders; silent are the drums of indifference,
that fall on deaf ears of invisibility

Trembling unnoticed, a tightrope vibrating
with unseen footsteps; a bird flawlessly glides
catching the drift of words on a wire,
follows its winged direction to a fuller

climate of interesting twitter and leaves
me speechless. Impressions of sound drown loudly,
parallel pronunciations of an endearing nature
cough up smarter sentences, those that are heard

on street corners fighting for listeners choosing
to pause and grant the unheard an audience
to be proud of.  I bow to their fame in that one
moment, devouring their words, sifting the debris

In and out of the scrub, cold networking
Overcooked scenarios, elbowing one another
Out of line to rubber neck the continual
Replay that gets nowhere fast
Overplaying.....on and on, over and over
Push it to the far reaches, it's back
Needles stuck......hic hic hic, Remove it
Eeeeeeeeeek.......
Spinning on silent mode, scenarios upon
Scenario, double dose waiting to be heard
Too late to turn back, already done, dusted
The jelly set, the concrete dried and solid
Get out for one second....take a hike....it's back
After school...teacher dishing out lines
Repeating over and over what you dearly
Want to forget, imprinting, etching a deep
Rut; psyched up ready for battle; but there's
Nothing, noone there who wants to listen
They don't want to know, you or anything
About you....for that matter; Cuts deep
Threading back to childhood rejection
Of recent loss compounding, how little they
Care....knowing what you've been through
It cuts no ice, yet is jagged and raw through
Your flesh remaining.......hic..hic..hic..hic..hic..hic............

Tracks trembled, catering for my destination westward, field
alongside industry courted, dancing the miles ahead, celebrating
scenic mystery, roaving in splendour, hills pumping spellbinding
grassy greatness, devouring, readying for mountainous masterpieces

I am sun drenched in strobed springtime, relishing the thaw
of rivers running forever, snowy peaks holding onto winters
shivering tale, huddling cold coats like pashminas trailing....
unfinished,their needlework on pinpoint exercise

Inside I sit next to myself, folding minutes into moments of memory,
tracks decreasing inner city air, and I regard
evermore with special splendour, the developing rocks and craggy cliffs
arriving neatly at the foot of the sea waving white flags, receding, chasing....

Don’t look at me with hostility
It’s plain to see, oh so clearly
That you don’t give a ****
Is my life a sham........?

Don’t judge me, you see
It’s for the grace you go, no hope
To where this slippery *****
Bites and gnaws and claws

I sold my soul
Anything, to drown this hole
I’d crawl; I’d beg to get my fix
Lounging in the dirt... a ditch

It started simple, in control
Insidious was its smile
Comforting, for awhile
I wasn’t looking.... it turned its back

Sold me down the alley
Absorbed on crack
How did I get here, unclear?
Hey... mind your back... ‘I’m here’

You don’t see me
You don’t hear me
You just hurt me
You just curse me

I’m black and blue
My veins.... shot, collapsed, see through
I hate you all, above all
Me, that person you don’t see

I’m wounded, unobserved
Undeterred and blinded, misguided
Give me that fix, none of ya tricks
I know your sort, behind my back.... you’ll talk

Gateway to hell is here
I wonder could heaven draw near
I’m down in the gutter
Can’t even raise myself to mutter

It owns me
And destroys me
Latched on and clung to me
Stained and debauched me

Until I couldn’t see
Or hear, or walk or talk
Just veer your course... yeah, you’re not real
Don’t buy me a soul cause I can’t heal

Too late for me now
A broken soul without pride
I can’t hide, this narrow grave it’s covering me
The light grows dim in shade, fools me

I see nowt, pure nothing; yet... winking
A light, a smile it faces me
I take its brand of urgency
Without falter I stumble, can I alter?

This turmoil of no hope
Emerging through this pit of mar
That clings and sticks like tar
Turning my face to *****

To find some hope to reach and run
Get outa this god forsaken place
I don’t know if I have strength to race
I have no speech my words are done

Yet I have begun, the light it flickers
Yet blows out with whispers of
My demise, of cries
My grasp.... denies

I ask, please help me
But you don’t see
It’s up to me
Yet the light still kindles

It takes me forth
And never dwindles
At times it may be hard to know
The path to which I must turn to go

Yet know it I will
You see, what’s left will ****
For sure I’ll climb my hill
Back to life to sanity

To those who love me
Waiting in the aisles
Never failing me with smiles
They welcome me I see it now

I hold my breath and knit my brow
Towards their open arms I stumble
Rushing forward, oh so humble
They hold onto me

It is clear oh wretched me
At last I look
I look!!
I see!!

Austerity emblazoned in silk
fallen out of the ranks
in the popularity stakes
the iced tea on the hob
warmingingly out of character

Do you recall turning the page of irony
yellowed blotter, signature book
of those you'll never meet again
autographed in old inked scrawl
holed up with cobwebbed coats

Well, they don't bother you now
even though they stared you down
head hunted the perfect prefect of popularity
seeking you to check out the aged paper trail
their current capabilities warranting a slice

Settling, the nest felt comfy
nurturing, gifts placed at your feet
you dislodged the parrot from your shoulder
it left its calling card, a neat reminder,
chatted  up colourful clowns in the corner

Squatting within a lurch of emotion
fried eyed, stop tap turned off
zero shifting into first place
cashing in their deposit too late
they paid in full willingly....it seemed

Steamrollered, you left the game
parked your plastic smile
scrubbed clean the mossy mess
sat back amongst daisy/buttercup armies
felt the hot poker of rejection, water.....devoured it

Cry out, await the echo
              
     Of an unknown soul

Turn around and know their heart

(5/7/5 Syll count)
20th July 2012

Pause, wait serenely

Your moment to emerge...now

Grasp, take it and run


(5/7/5 syll count)
15th July 2012

Pausing, I remember the white snow capped
Sighs departing from your spun out white capped
Lips; you lifted your neck and with it your head
Tilted, and looked for me.  It was then that
I died a little, for I saw you in reality, a sorry
State of affairs...clinging to life itself
Dearly longing for a break in this broken
Passageway of your life.  

How might we endorse the meaning of 'Your
Life'....together; could we walk...you on wheels...
Me pushing with all my might until the curtain
Falls and snuffs your life upwards towards heaven
And home, your beat no longer in time with mine....as

I am left looking into the filmy clouds
Of your departure, hanging on your last words...
"Life's been a blast...from start to finish", and my
Finish has arrived before yours...that's all!!!
As simple as that...and you were gone

But life is not so simple!!!....not now, not here
Not...anywhere....

Get out of the fast lane and .....
   Go moon walking

If we opened up and delved into
ourselves, what would we see?
A miniature mockery tight lipped,
shedding the creases of yesterday

Slip away and it will catch you, in indefinite poses, the latch key sapping, the juice subsiding, no generosity searching for you if you will

Running from respite to find peace,
a wail in a churchyard strictly rigid,
doesn't recognise my wide eyes, arriving on time deliberately stamping

Stare your
Thoughts, dare
with pen
on paper
eyed aloud

Moths expertly chewing at the clutter
Relieving the straight edges, intimately
Invading the closet chambers; scholarly
Imperfections hidden in the swathes of
Clothed hangers, straight backed, angled
Shoulders submitting, unthreading,
Holed up, no one listening to their slow
Demise. The perfect purchases unenergised
On a gradual decline into defacement

Getting used to their new look, wise eyes
Held ears on alert to attack.  Held with
Surgical gloves so their imperfections
Would not harm anyone, whereby difference
Remained safely hidden or thrown to the
Wolves, heading for the bin labelled 'Scrap'

Scratting around for some hope of recycled
Remission, getting nowhere. Ferociously
Promoting themselves to be perfect in
Their own way.  Don't ignore my progression
Sew me together, **** it!! into invisibility
And I will work again for you,
Moths securly balled away......

Pieces moved out, dropped piece
By piece; splitting off, renting space
Wherever they land, barging past
Squeezing in with the preoccupied  

Shapes moved out, old ones fought
Hard to survive their sacked history
The trick was to disregard their tight
Fit, change and feel comfortable with

Old tarpaulin moved in, tore the
Edges, wrapped around, familiar bite
Tugged frayed frail fibres, threading
Shreds splitting apart unconjoined...

Fibrous endings moved in...closer
Maybe a reef that secures, flexing its
Knuckles, voice cracking right over
Left, left over right, repairing temporarily

Get out of the mud
And go moon walking

Bite the backside of uranus
That'll do it.....

Found myself centred around this river
As if it were my life, its shallows deepening
Into falling curves and rocky
Foundation, yet cluttered in part
With stagnating ****, at other times
Flowing freely and softly engaging me
Without its steaming torrents.

The waterfall thinks it can engulf me and
I consider it at times denying it identity
But sometimes it speaks loudly and refuses
To whisper....’And so you’re there’ I say, and here
Its raging response tumbling me into depths
Out of my control..... or so it thinks.

I emerge for air and breathe in deeply
To sustain me, for when I speak
It is with something resembling coherence
To blag me time from the place of harm
Where it dips sharply and crashes onto slithers
Of icy uncertainty, I begin to wipe my brow clean.

Releasing me from its fooling ways preventing the air
Being squelched from me; take it easy with me
My mind desires you to behave and let me be
Don’t fool me into calm currents only to be tossed
Amongst the white watery crash of boulders rounding
Beneath me, sharp shards covered by your caressing hands
That persuades my innocent eyes to close
To the raging force of veiled kindness

I can remember the ripples of softness that would
Cover my palm with coolness
That dappled in sunlight, reflecting my face
Asking me to admire the stillness
And I believed in the sereneness of the ebb and flow
That sheltered me in fineness with absorbent lining
Reminding me of life absent to the steep slant
Towards the shelled out wreck of my world...burnt out.

Flower
Bold

Sat

Proudly
Wrapped....in
Strands

I looked up
You were gone
Traces of you

Her soft head
Rested....

                 'wore me out'

Merest delicacy shot through
As though irons had clung to fire
Dressed in red hot pain

Stop, for just one moment
Think about your script
Cup your ear, listen, can you hear anything
Apart from your heart beating...
Your breathing

Listen once more
Do you hear the heart of another

If someone offers you a curved ball in disguise
Would you try to catch it?
Pushing your limits for all you're worth
Or let it fall to the ground
As you walk away...?

Catch your breath, cradling it in your hands
Before it's your last
It happens fast, before your
Next breath of regret...
Make it right

Swallow hard
Does it really matter if you're wrong?
To be honest with ourselves stands tall
If we push it aside where will it leave us?
Colliding into the path of no return

Late is the hour
The nights draw in to comfort
For others, well, they're left out in the cold
The turkey and tinsel a warning
Of lonliness on the horizon

I knocked on the door
Waited, yet no one answered
Pride wedges in the gut
Swelling its belly ache
Sick to the stomach

Vulnerability sat on my shoulder
Without regret, I have been honest
Torn, to reveal my truth
If I was asked, would I repeat the same
Mistake, the mistake of honesty?

YES...by no means an error

Clear is my mirror when I look into it
It can hurt like hell
But it springs pure and genuine

The view through the pink window
Blushes pink to satisfy
Employs soft focus the eye cares for
The pink forest aglow
Finds success, the sun shafting through
A vibrant shocking pink porthole
Shoots sharply to the forest floor
On closer inspection it is solid in form
Seemingly impenetrable
I put on my pink lenses
Pressing the pink circle that appears
It is nothing to the touch
Even so, it exists - pure pink
A fascination enclosing
I feel pink warmth

I long for the cry of a lyric in simplicity, profound, catching
my throat unexpectedly, knowing with immediacy
the feel of real honesty. Perfunctory has no mind space,
straight as a die, absent of side-lines that trip you up,

take you off balance into a whirl of wondering, when
meaning is lost in translation to the untrained eye.
Solidarity has no invitation to understand, we cannot share
freely, the highbrow world punctures their interest, the pages

gummed…..no longer turn; this high minded plethora stunts us.
Hangs off shoulders like last year’s fashion, trailing the
ground, grabbing misunderstandings so deep that it is lost to
those who are crying out for peace of mind, souls who are in

need of plain and simple food with true meaning.  Wanting
with all their might to be drawn in. Speak to them, straight tongues
without forks jammed beneath pallets, plumbs released from
mechanical jaws blocking breath to breathe and sighs to form,

not from boredom, but knee deep in wonder; at last offering
a tear, a depth, identifying with amusement, laughter. It could be
felt, this sense of clarity, like a mountain stream washed clean over
time.  Find them, find a way to burrow in to meet eyes asking for more

Sadness still cursing your premature departure
Binds onto the fragility of life
Reminding me of our singular arrival and departure

The permanence is a blinder, wrecks our view
Mars the human condition for warmth and depth

Will someone await, our image imprinted in the book of life
Escape to another dimension, round the corner
Up the lane, to your laughter and smile
Vivid and unique, as was our friendship

Solemn is the seat of acceptance, yet selfish to
Remain in life without hope of a rainbow, a *** of gold

The secret of life remains a mystery, I wonder if
Death is equally so; are you on your journey oblivious
To what has gone before, never to look back

Purple box of tricks
Occupying the space, under the bed.
Mind, body and soul,
A death sentence.
Floor spattered,
Evidence revealing itself,
Another episode,
The night before.

It will do no good
Taking you captive.
A prisoner, forgetful,
With no aim, no answer,
No why or what for.
A purpose remains a mystery,
To you and I.

Corridors too cluttered for advancement
Except, more episodes.

Purple box, hurl yourself away.
Be buried, unopened to his fingers,
They no longer tap the code to your contents.

I name you “purple demon”, “tin of sin”.

Leave!

Razor sharp
Always ready on the mark
Grit your teeth
Prepare to meet
Sharks and velvet puppeteers

Stiff suits clean cut collars
Spurting jargon to impress
Some other false pretentious scholars
Identically dressed

Fully focussed
Humorous jokers
Turn their backs
Once reached their purpose

Urgently directing to impress
The next unsuspecting guest
Who will help them next?
Meet those targets be the best

Never glancing back or forward
Losing sight of what’s important
They don’t care, are unaware

In full view perched there on the shelf
Decadent as you like, waiting to be owned.

I picked them up, placing them down onto the floor
Knowing they would be too big, the label told me so.
They were it was true.

Scouring the shelves produced only reds,
Blushing and pleading, staring back at me.

For one moment I considered them, but no not my colour.
I try them on briefly, just for size, perfect if only they weren’t
Ripe red.

I flirt with the idea, traipsing around the other outlets to hopefully
Secure the elusive winter white.  There were none at all,
Anywhere, not even red.

Resigned to doing without, I abandoned them.  Although,
I’m secretly hoping they’ll literally ‘pop up’ and appear....

As if by magic, next time.....
And as if by magic my mind was seduced by red..........................

Sitting proudly, granted their invitation to adorn the home they
so longed for, promising to pay up front with bold ripe reds

Bruised, body to soul
Rocked, sheer force, intrusion
Wracked, self loathing
Spine, chilled to the bone

At me, for me, to me, in me, reminding me

Arriving without
Numbing
The push, the pull
The kick, the punch

At me, for me, to me, in me, reminding me

A sideways glance
Breaking my skin with your sharp hand
Your deep emblem still stains
Your once artistic hand now plays me into defeat
Your yell bangs and rattles my head
Dropping my memory into no mans land
Blurring to avoid the inevitable

Screeming, screeching, grasping for
Tenderness of word, of skin

You block every inch of my life
My sunlight, my every waking existence
The entrance of change is always guarded
By barbed fists and biting cruelty

At me, to me, for me, in me, reminding me

Your ruby, such depth, deep red
      
          Too deep to fathom

                   So I drink it in and blush


(7/5/7 syll count)
17th July 2012

Not in the mood today.....post...post trauma
Sees me flattened out. Coping with the
Blunt instrument at high intensity saw me
Wide eyed, angry finger pointing like a hot
Poker. In response, it was, to behaviour of
The unacceptable kind. Post trauma saw me
Calm, almost serene.  Was it numbing necessity?
Seeing me through hot hurt. I found the
'Sorry for myself' mood and chose its company
Sat by my side digging me in the ribs when it felt
My presence slip away to pull the plug from the
Bath water, reducing the **** building up around
All sides.  Playing poker with my thoughts was
Not a winner this day. Only proving that the fool
Was me. I collect myself from this sallow solitude
Feel the sides of the comfort cushion. It has no use for
Me today.  I remain in tall hallways with tall walls
Tasting the sour gob stopper that prevents a smile on
                                                                                         .....my face

I stood beside you, absorbed
Your unique quality, looked
In your direction and
Gave birth to a newness of mind

I see you and all you are
I feel the difference between us
Yet know it is coated in humility
Offering what is real, what is honest
Accepting of you and me

We could walk the same path but
Come to know our own view
Yet we would gain trueness and
Freedom of choice; an exploration
Of another through travelling down
The avenue to inhale.....

The scent of unfamiliar perspective

The doorstep scrubbed, grubby handed efficiency
Good management goes on in there, orderly, it is the
Sign of no sign....announced by the doer. Occupants of
The 'Jones' style.....in the winners running, never runner up
Bristles beat a pace to be admired, white washed
Tablets, daily habits, neglect pegged out, whipped
Away by the gusty gales of 'not here you don't'
And you daren't dare to dare, to leave the grime n grit
To stare you out, it wins, skyscraping banners high up
Enough so they'll be witness to your shame face as
You try to hide real skin.....chapped into slavery

the petrol gauge of time moves you
shoots its juice into your veins
that throb and burst with unseen intensity
energised into the forum of your day

sail, reaching our for the horizon of a
dreamt image, afloat and biting
to taste its spicy spine tingling emotion

grappling to chase out the dead sea of seasons past
hedging you round the golden hem
clear in its calling

i asked you, today of all days
how you’d handle it, you know, the pull of the current
biceps straining to reach your horizon
the backward glance of the silken hem

how would it take you, affect your gaze on reality
a raw comparison perhaps
but a genuine smile  …..

casting you away

In the instant a second presented itself
It dissolved, shrunk to the second...past
Out, gone.....a single thought could not be reinvented
For it was a second too late to squeeze the beginnings
With elementary mood breakers

Could the second have been different, thereby
Creating the onset of a brand new colour pallet
Drifting off, a direction lost to us, unable to pick
Up the tracking device of the rudamtary subliminal
Message, distorted by sleeping particles stored
Latently....dulled to the jazz tones of deaf ears

Identification slaves fired, packed up and rolled out
Partners squabbling, second '2'.... demise
Precious seconds lost, creating 3rd and 4th second
Lapses, prisoners of the past, what was and is no longer
Do we grasp the very second, conscious of the sound of
‘NOW’, cleansing our minds eye, rinsing our field of vision

The seconds may escape, existing in fornever land
Damaged as they trip and stumble in their two legged
Race to the realm of nowhere, continually stepping out of
Time with themselves, soaking up the spoils of
‘None of their business' lifestyles, dallying
In the lanes of borrowed lives, unrecognising
The empty shell of their own............

Row upon row, I saw them, instantly, ‘I did’,  
shuffled bodies bulged past me, they ‘did not’.
Fingers, lived to touch, light dim in part,
not here, spotlit, it said “Do not touch”,

how can I know?  Disobedient held
up in my palm, angling my hand
this way, that way. It happened then,
our grey blue pupils, like full stops, clung,

I did not know it would be a memory pocket.
A sentence in time snatched my happy face,
fear bought me. Under my skin, groping pins
pricking the base of my neck pushed into my skull.

Spun, bumping bodies smelling of beached waves,
hard gulps, sweat caught in between my fingers.
It was time to tie up loose thoughts, forget
I pushed away with speed, in a strange place,

street, shop,  where was I? Where are you?!  
By your side in safe sofas, I hand swung
down the banister, released the bolt,
safety catch hanging...and gone....

The chair gripped like a bear
mauled into place
tongue tied, throat silenced
roaring....

ferociously .....
the door raged between us
locked loudly
cries , crawled their grimy patch

hung momentarily, felt the stale air
quietly gathering, pooling damply
cheek soddened in pain
giant force propelled, the floor

hard and unrelenting shocked my bones
breath forced itself outward....
black and rigid
the open window of before.... forced shut

palms spread across the floor
interrupted, reinforced toes stamped
crushingly, the sound resonating
without movement now

Creases cemented in skin of ages,
bending forward ratcheting wrinkles
piled like a car crash, systemically dried
routing for moisture moguls, malfunctioned,
marked measures of time spelt skin attack,
pillowed ruts run deep, prolonging
their birthmark, plumping....out on a date
with new age spaces yet to be filled

Sarcasm streets, filching frowned brows
suns' stolen chastity, lifting out brown
messages spotted at random
grey mandarins, juiceless, bribing
to be heard, a manifesto hidden,
shrivelled prunes wallowing in dried skins
reaching out for the bottomless custard jug

Clear the debris littering the road to nowhere
Where somewhere hides within nowhere itself
Eluding the route to somewhere ...its littered pathway
Blocks the winding lane from nowhere to somewhere
Promised in the road map filed on the book shelf
Marked somewhere on the aisle entitled nowhere
Nowhere x somewhere is a riddle undefined
And still searching for the truck to clear the debris
From the road to nowhere to find.....'Somewhere '