**** seed
Outshining the sun
Glowing sodapop yellow
Against a holiday blue sky
And contrasting green
In new leaves
And freshly cut grass
For play
Blood dripping red
From knees
Unto the green
And sometimes
Unto the concrete kerb
**** seed in the background
Summer stains

Up there on the top shelf
Carelessly stowed away
Is a paper plane
Is has been sitting there for a while
Collecting dust
Connecting cobwebs

It has a pilot
Carefully depicted inside
He's waving at me
Telling me to hop along
Once more

We used to fly
Go on magic paper adventures
In that fragile paper plane
We would explore paper worlds
Playfully made up as we needed them
And we would return
With mysterious smiles
Secret memories
No one would understand

But secrets were one day exposed
A terrible storm blew up
Lightning torched the paper worlds
All flights got cancelled
And the paper pilot was sacked

...

As I gaze at it once more
I sense him waving at me again
I smile
My bags are packed
I'm ready to go

I wave back at him
And leave a paper note
Then I walk out of the door
The taxi is waiting
To take me to the airport

Experienced bakers bake bread.

It has been rising
In the cold
For days
Leavened
By an ancient sour dough
Now it has come out
They have formed it
A tough process
Tedious work and foul smells
But they know
That the outcome will be
Worth it.

Razorblade rain
Draws ****** pictures
On gasping skin
Canvas

and

Morning makes
Vaccum blue lips
And purple suffocated
Hearts

but

Pale moon fire
Pulls minds
Into waxing
Fates

Page not found

I  don't exist
I have been deleted
All traces are gone

But you are real

And I am
Still bound
To your memory

I cannot delete
You

My world is folded
My mind is bent
Manipulated by
And itself
manipulating language
To counter the real
The brutal
With fragile structures

Language
A simple
Immaculate beauty
Though filthy at times
It can be turned
And flexed
with verbs and adverbs
Mistakes can be erased

Folded and written
My mind
This world
Where we meet
Is beauty
Imagined and executed
It is my escape

She uses the window
As a mirror
At night
When she prepares herself
For bed

She uses the window
As an audience
At night
When she slowly undresses
For bed

She uses the window
For showcasing
At night
When she knows you are there
Watching

She uses the window
To tease you
At night
When she moves before you
For her pleasure

She uses the window
To trap you
In the night
When she no longer requires
Your attention