I'd sooner have a crooner
Singing bad songs in my head
Than a tuna from a schooner
Leaving bad smells in my bed

You fresh flesh
Lying in long layers beside me
In the gloom.

You're a mess of lithe limbs,
Knotted hair and
Pretty skin.

You're a beautiful buffet,
Deeply delicious, and
Inviting, and

You're a lush display of
Raw, warm meat
That's good enough
To eat.

We breath each other in,
Our scents converging
In a rhapsody
Strong and sweet
Faint and fecund
As our tongues entice each other
In the dark.

Darkness has cast her slumbering spell,
The land lies dreaming beneath her hand,
Thick sable sheets have swaddled the stars
And waves lay like lovers on the sand.

Times seems swallowed by stillness and silence,
These gentle beasts feasting on movement and sound;
No breeze dares to be in reach of their presence,
Even mist lies motionless over the ground.

But soon comes the morning, and dawning of life,
As little sounds stir ‘cross the countryside
At the beach, the waves wake with a sighing of surf,
Then rise, and rejoice with the victorious tide.

Fate’s pendulum swings
Back and forth throughout our lives;
Never resting, but
Always testing
us, so that we strive
To make the most of everything
That its constant whims
Provide.

Love can be a:
Roller coaster
Hall of mirrors
Helter-skelter
Ferris wheel
Fun house
House of horrors
Dodgem track
Or ghost train

But

You can't tell 'til the ride's begun
And you can't leave 'til you've had your fun

So roll up, roll up...

After a break-up
It takes time to mend
If you rebound too quickly
Your heart gets the bends.

And don't be ashamed
To face life on your own
For love's wounds will heal quickly
If you leave them alone.

My
Mind’s
Factory;

Mental
Conveyor
Belt

Quality
Control
Issues
­
Patents
Still
Pending

Next
Idea
Please...

It's strange,
Sublime and
Surprising
But
Since becoming me,
All the things I truly believed
I
Wasn't allowed to do
Wasn't allowed to feel
Wasn't allowed to be,
Are now the things
I
Proudly put on view
Pure and unconcealed
For all the world to see.

I am not lost property,
And I never was
So you have no cause
To lay your claim
On me.

I am not your property,
And I never was, so now
We're divorced, you must
Allow yourself to see,
That I'm not lost now,
I'm just

Free.

The Sisyphean task ahead
Can sometimes leave me cold with dread;
But I won't panic, or lose my head
I'll just drop this burden of Doubt instead.

I am an island.
I am a little spit of land,
Swept away by unsettled waters
and shifting sands;
Forced alone to
make my home
In an insubstantial sea.

Yet on my island
I am free; free to preserve
my eccentricities
in a nature reserve
made from nurturing love of
what I choose to be.

I am an island.
Borne away on wistful waves, I
travel onward,
Seeking a place where
there are others who are free;
And when I find them,
There I’ll stay, and
thereafter spend my days
Not as an island…
But as me.

I dodged a black hole,
Took a spin
'Round its event horizon,
Then
Regained Control.

Now I'm floating out in space,
The pull of it still lingers
But
I'm in a good place,
Safe from its embrace
And gladly giving it the finger.

Tiny beads of sweat
That trickle and tickle
like fingertips
Down the prim, transparent skin of
the pristine windowpane,
Leaving
leisurely trails of pleasure
and condensation’s kisses
Caught
in a sea that is submissive
As gentle summer rain.

My scarred and scratched skeleton,
With bite marks on my bones
Where inspiration took hold
As it shook me to my soul, and
Turned my marrow midnight blue.

Crocodile cracks
pave the way for
frightened, bewildered bears who
ought to beware
and take care
not to get caught
or killed
by a rabid
assortment of
slathering ravenous
kids.

Children’s slurping screams;
Laughter licks the quiet light
Words chew the silence.

Tightly-wrapped thoughts only fester away
So unravel your mind’s bindings ’til they all fall away,
Open your soul to this curious world,
Let its beauty infuse you, as your body unfurls.

Let your eyes hear every sound your ears see,
Let your skin taste the sweetness of infinity,
Spread your perception out far and wide, then
Take a deep breath, and draw the universe inside.

You drink the sunlight that falls from the sky,
You breathe the air that gives everything life,
Your blood flows like rivers, and your flesh soft as earth
Your form and its functions all give your soul worth.

For nothing exists in all time and space
Without having reason, and purpose, and place, as
You are important, like all that you do –
For you are the universe, and
The universe
Is
You.

She was married to death -
Given away on her wedding day
To one who took her breath away.

Now the only thing left
Is an expensive ring indicating
How she sold her soul for wealth

I'd sooner have a crooner
Singing bad songs in my head
Than a tuna from a schooner
Leaving bad smells in my bed

Beneath a summer moon
In a sky of faded blue,
A murmuration of starlings
Swell and swirl,
And sigh and swoop.

A thousand flitting shapes
That sweep across the seamless space
In swathes like nimble little needles,
Trying to weave
A tapestry
With threads of spun splendor and grace.

It begins with a beat;
A steady reverberation in an
elemental part of me.

Then the bass line comes;
A red-raw rush of energy
viciously visceral in my veins,
Elevating my feeble frame
From it’s meek and sorry state
To become something
Ferociously sublime.

And now I’m mainlining music,
Letting it
Soak into my skin
Infect my ears
Infuse my feat and
Bombard my quivering brain
With its beat
‘Til I explode into a mass
of minuscule notes;
Quick little quavers
like quarks
that waver, then stalk
through my mind,
Looking to find
fresh melodies, to which
my soul can bind
and bleed.

This is how it feels
within me,
When my body responds
to a purified beat;
This is true ecstasy –
When I fly on an
emotional high.

Building Lego with my boy
Lost in our constructions,
Brave new worlds borne from tiny toys
Who says you need instructions?

Her seemingly seamless surface
Is sewn together by her scars;
Those lost, lonely highways
That she knows lead nowhere fast.
She’s a patchwork of reflections,
A mirrored maze of emotions –
Of eyes opened wide to
Every side that must be seen.
She’s a collage
Of her calamities,
A tableau
Of her torments,
She’s an everyday eccentric
But even so, she don’t resent it,
Because she knows once she accepts it
Then she’ll finally be free.

With you I became
Like a phoenix with clipped wings –
Caged in her flames;
But now I fly free,
Broke away from your chains
that were controlling me,
So I never need be
afraid, for there’s no way
You will trap me again.

Each mistake I make
I accept, so I may live
life without regret

I must unleash
My poetry beast;
I've kept her caged all night.

Her fangs must feast
On juicy beats
And gorge on raw insight...

Your eyes –
Like brilliant blue clouds
in seamless white skies;
Flecked with a
spectrum
of sapphire hues, that
catch the light brightly
as a rare bird’s plumage.

You blink, and then
when those gold lids unfurl
again –
All I see are pearls,
As plain and
pure as worlds
that have never known
the folly of men.

A sensuous serpent –
That’s your sort.
Perfectly adapted
to deliver
petits morts.

For those bite marks
you bestow
are purely for show – just
a little distraction
from the main attraction;
Awaiting its debut below.

There your fat engorged fang –
Rich and ripe with the tang
Of your toxins,
That drip down
from its tip, and
blister and burn my skin –
There this fleshy dagger will
pierce me within as you fill
my soul with
your sin.

Gently rising,
My slender legs tenderly swaying
and playing through
the cool blue
beauty of the ocean,
As I emerge
from my fantasea of dreams
Into sunbeams
Shining bright with
enlightened emotion.

"WHY?" she cried
With all her might,
Into the ******* hole.

"...I..." replied
Her erudite
But esoteric echo.

No thought tsunamis -
One idea at a time, please
don't drown me in words

I must unleash
My poetry beast;
I've kept her caged all night.

Her fangs must feast
On juicy beats
And gorge on raw insight...

Gentle steps that pad up the stairs;
Thoughtfully soft and
hushed by the hands
of midnight,
So none might
hear him advance.
But he moves with such care
That no one
but you
Would know that he’s there.

He’s on the landing now,
Creeping closer to your door
But the cautious clock
is ticking him off, so he stops
before your doorway and drops
his big bag of darkness
(that’s squirming and restless
to swallow you whole);
Then he inhales the soul
of the tick and the tock.

Now there’s nothing left
But your heart and his breath
so you know this time it is true:
That the bogeyman is in
your room
your dreams
your head
your bed
For tonight, he’s coming
for you.

The line that lies 'tween
love and hate is not fine but
merely too fragile

Lying between white sheets,
Hiding inside
the covers of our love…
Our pale forms press close, as
with a flurry of skin,
We begin tossing
and turning,
‘Til we reach the end;
Where together
we shall discover
the ****** of our love.

What happened to the crows?
All the other birds are singing,
Yet this family seems unwilling
to lend their voices
to this summer chorus.

Perhaps they have a reason;
Perhaps they feel it’s not the season
for their melancholy caws,
And so they pause,

And they wait…

For summer to pass, and
then the world at last
will be stripped of all colourful things,
Becoming as black as the crow’s wings –
A similarly stark and dark state.

Perhaps then the crows won’t hesitate
to crowd together,
And take their place
among their fellow, feathered brethren;
Perhaps then they’ll find the strength to sing.

Hear the calming sound of distant traffic,
The morning yawn of this slumbering town,
There, the early birds fly fast and frantic,
Here, the songbirds strive to rouse the crowds.

Soon voices merge with this morning chorus,
As fledglings fly free from their parent's nests,
Filled with the thrill of the day before them,
Wild screams and laughter burst out from their *******.

The clanging of gates cuts short the chorus,
The parents depart to tend to their nests,
Then little birds flit through playground forests,
'Til afternoon comes, then fly home to rest.

Hear the calming sound of distant traffic,
The twilight sigh of this tired-out town,
Night owls with bright eyes swoop through the darkness,
As songbirds sing lullabies all around.

Midnight’s sensuous breath;
A sultry breeze
Whispering love songs
To ****** the summer trees.
Its transparent tongue
Gently licking along
lines of quivering leaves
until they shiver and sigh,
Beneath a cold, distant sky
That jealously gazes on.

Cyan sheet spread wide,
Concrete carpet turns to dust –
Morning gathers rust.

Dead-end neuron streets, filled with
Banks of burnt-out brain cells.
Smashed, streetlamp synapses hide
The the homes where ideas dwelt.
But the drugs have now departed in
An exodus of ecstasy, a
Mass-migration of memories
That left nothing but
These empty streets,
And broken, bulldozed dreams…

Just a drop of you
was all it took
to drown me
in the shallow brook
that was all
I was allowed
of your love.

Just one look from you
and I was hooked
(line and sinker)
crooked around
your little finger;
the iron will
to fill my
velvet glove.