#languid
The fat, the grease,
of these in between days
stills my pen a little
So even if I wrestle
with another monumental year tick,
like the crack of doom
I look at the stuff in the fridge
and shrug
The existential crisis can wait
til the brie is done
and the crackers
have gone soft
Dec 30, 2021
Dec 30, 2021 at 4:37 PM UTC
A red kite passed between the sun and I
momentarily delighting with its shadow,
a shrill cry launched at an empty sky, happy
Hot creosote of neighbours fences
smelt of care and the eighties
while my own untreated panels bleached
By the stream, illegal fishermen dawdled
while the world chose not to care
and for now this snow globe held unshook
Jul 18, 2021
Jul 18, 2021 at 6:44 AM UTC
today was infused with an energy so strong
that you could see crackling electricity in the air.
the energy settled and slowed down
until it flowed like molasses, calm and languid.
Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 11:08 PM UTC
soft, languid cloud,
reflects on the still lake;
- made for each other!
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 11:23 PM UTC
to be assured
of a roof above
my head,
and a mother
who will cook
for me lovingly,
nothing is so
damning as
absolute safety,
I am the human
cat this fading
winter, wait
and I may soon
grow whiskers,
the days fling
away like speeding
scenery from a
train window,
I sing my
death song,
tomorrow,
tomorrow...
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 2:42 AM UTC
shine storm shadow heave sordid sky
beat your diamond rain and milk sweet
delirious black blue moaned symphony
drive woman drive rough skin delicate
run spring drunk light panting velvet
watch you play your sea on raw bed
live rust sun mad rose-tinted like moon
over lake
you have chocolate drool ache
mother I never did like those sad
arms all dressed in red and furious
but see no wild woman feels less
sit or go but let what is be is
eat one picture a day, smear languid
love with finger
flick you kind wand kazzoo away
and please whisper smooth scream
through apparatus from forest
lather you life white bubble like
snow
use all ugly love as fertilizer then cry
bitterly and pour frantic sleep into
lazy garden moss soft as a pillow
upon sacrilegious world thought
swim water through silken sheets
and rock it fluff puppy
you are an enormous exquisite honey ship
lick it fresh juice sweet cream
rip your winter above want
and rave on brave pilgrim
rave on
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 6:35 AM UTC
when I say the wind blows
you already know
but how do the leaves portend
emerald on the end
or grasping to the limb?
If the Love is Lost, when?
feelings were ample
yet, when unplugged they limp lame
sentiment in lieu of visceral slanguage;
Who needs a Heart when a record can be Broken?
i think therefor iThoughts
Depress into cracked lead
and bled red into inkwell;
gun shots have more potent stocks
tragically hip to be so square ingots
what gracious melodies and languid lives
battered idioms with only one just is to bear
how Sad their flirtatious Ness affair
with Pain must fin' ish and putrefy,
those believers in Death will die
hail a Hashtag worthy of
Octothorp
for phoenixes are found everyday
prostrate your Poetry for posthumous
consumption
apply the alembic of alteration
and
Heal our Hashtag heathen history
or
**** It
Hate the Hashtag
that's Life!
#love #life #sad #pain #depression #thoughts #death #sadness #heartbreak #lost
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 8:28 PM UTC
It is time to wake up
from the languid daydreams
that once I treasured so.
The place that used to be a haven,
an escape from life’s banality,
now feels like a gilded cage.
The mind wanders, untethered,
through sunlit corridors of indolence
pushing to see how far it can go.
Tantalizing me with possibilities,
never reality, this limbo
is only good for the occasional vacation.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC