Delirious purple moon
Music of my head
Through tiny pink dreams
Aching for my mothers milk
Rose petals beat by sweet whispers
Some rust through the shine

Vacant pictures captured through summer beneath my tiny dreams
Language is the love of raw skin
Play and  paint my lust
Together sordid shadows turn into rust
A thousand winds trudge sleepily into the goodness of my need
I’m greedy with madness and the urge to seed
Worship upon my knees
Urging the moon to stay out all night
With a luscious honey that drips
The rain can pound our skin
Wearing wings to this warm world as we feed

Once upon a time,
There was a little girl.
This little girl wanted to be loved,
And so she trusted.

Once upon a time,
A little girl trusted.
She trusted with all her heart
But this trust was betrayed.

Once upon a time,
a little girl was deceived.
At the time she didn't understand,
but she would grow.

Once upon a time,
A little girl blossomed into a girl.
This girl was forgetful,
Yet some memories cannot be ignored.

Once upon a time,
A girl regained some memory.
To be sure she asked,
Only the answer was worse than expected.

Once upon a time,
A girl received an unpleasant explanation.
So she held a memory,
though this memory was more like a secret.

Once upon a time,
A girl kept a secret inside her heart.
However every secret has it's weight,
And this one hurt.

Once upon a time,
There was a girl who hurt.
To seek comfort she released a demon trapped inside,
For it just couldn't do so much harm when exiled.

Once upon a time,
A girl was mistaken.
When someone rejected her suffering,
It pained her even worse.

Once upon a time,
Injury haunted a girl.
The more she tried,
The more damage was done.

Once upon a time,
There was a girl.
This girl wanted to be loved,
But her heart was crippled.

In love they wore themselves in a green embrace.
A silken rain fell through the spring upon them.
In the park she fed the swans and he
whittled nervously with his strange hands.
And white was mixed with all their colours
as if they drew it from the flowering trees.

At night his two finger whistle brought her down
the waterfall stairs to his shy smile
which like an eddy, turned her round and round
lazily and slowly so her will
was nowhere—as in dreams things are and aren't.

Walking along avenues in the dark
street lamps sang like sopranos in their heads
with a voilence they never understood
and all their movements when they were together
had no conclusion.

Only leaning into the question had they motion;
after they parted were savage and swift as gulls.
asking and asking the hostile emptiness
they were as sharp as partly sculptured stone
and all who watched, forgetting, were amazed
to see them form and fade before their eyes.

I think poets are aliens… from another planet
I mean, we must be
You have to be off your rocker to get it, to understand it…
I mean, is it just me…
That sees it?
The way we took grammar, complicated as they made it...
And blew the rules to the wind, we decided to ‘breeze’ it
We made up our own… and as a sensible man...
I can say, they don’t even need to make sense
Because they are what they are… poetic and intense
I really think we are not human though… I'm being serious about this
We go around seeing through a third eye
I know because I am about this
And we are crazy I tell you
We see the art in everything
We probably came up with the phrase ‘an about kiss’…
Or an 'almost kiss'… whatever
‘It’s either a kiss or it’s not, it’s as simple as that’...
The rest of society thinks… oh, but the poet would have none of that
We are weird I tell you
Us artistic types
We open our minds to anything and everything
We even befriend the mystic types
We would take it there… or allow our curiosity to take our minds anywhere
We would experiment to a point where we’re tripping out
We would… and you know it, just as long as it’s something to write about
This creativity thing is like a super power… **** it!
I rest my case… arrest me and take me back to my mother planet.

Wind shadows blow swift
cool smokey air lifts
clouds of dream, adrift
that come and go

Iridescent wings, sing
crows of summer
a ****** in winter,
a frozen mirror,
melting in
Spring

Emerging greens, soiled leaves
grow skyward
to the sun

Blossomy buds have sprung
with fallen petals on the ground
fading into earth
changing forms
that can't be
found