Vanilla fudge
drips into
treacle toffee,
then the honey
furnace glows
in my psyche,
leaving a brain
of ashen coal.

through raindrop windows
another point of view
trickles into gravity's maw

Flailing arms in minestrone soup,
grasping ropes in gloopy slop.

Slippery snakes in slippy hands;
bobbing bereft in beefy broth.

Croutons swirl - a death knell eddy
clumping in a bread bricked tomb.

lightning illuminates
****** signatures

    as thunder rumbles
and consequences quake

Skeletal wooden frames,
    clad in the night’s inky veil

bend and quiver against
    breaths blown from Ural lungs.

Tractors of success rip
    asphalt from dying streets;

while streetlights mourn
    the birth of tomorrow’s decay.

And as two bottles of gin
    sway into each other's way

the stench of ambition’s
    corpse pollutes the air.

Rolling sky like,
the grey and blue pushchair
became a cloud.

Names etched in sand;
snaffled by the surf's frothy fangs.

Pines prickle ruddy cheeks,
I tickle itchy peaks.

Serpentine prism;
flamboyant illusory arc
blown by daylight's kiss.

Fool's errand
pursued by youthful breeze.

The old man's breath
tears russet leaves
from ragged books.

Dead comrades –
desiccated fruit,
plucked from iron vines.

Sensitive minds
at rest; while
psyche's quake.

The graveyard is a
mouth of crooked teeth,
with an ambiguous smile.

Auburn leaves
skitter an autumnal dance.

Season’s breath;
nature’s invisible broom.

Sweeping; conducting
life and death's romance.

The final grinding
winter? Mankind’s doom.

At the Black Mountain's peak,
the rapture of sundance ripples
across the Golden Valley's leaves.

Squeezed like toothpaste
into the world,

minty womb fading,
rinsed and spat out.

...moon's shadow,
Intentionality free -
A lacuna exists.

Flossing detritus -
this is LIFE.

Extreme
mastication -
bowel breath
death.

The blue
flower of
ill distinction,
unfurls.

Parchment
petals,
pledge adorned,
crumble.

Dust is
truth. Each
unfiltered breath
pervades mulch.

You are scissors -
steel blades striding
over naked flesh,
sinking like boots into mud -
geysers of frothing blood.

Trip and rust in my guts
you *******;
then sleep in my innards.

Violas sway
and hum
in the face
of brumal winds.

Dripping fire,
the oak's toes
are nibbled
by rimy teeth.

the osprey plunges
slicing surf smashing spume towers
skylarking talons

Light bounces from
the wing mirror housing;

for a moment, a window
into the universe opens.

Dark roots and boughs -
tentacular wraiths
poison earth and sky.

The free market ecology blooms.

Scudding clouds -
a marshmallow armada,
invading summer.

Lime –
virid
plum-shaped gem;
citrus drizzle
flows.

The osprey
plunges

an unerring
spear

with
atlatl instinct.

Talons
slice surf

a
loch picked

of
thrashing rainbows

Icarus’
folly eclipsed.

In the card-stiff stillness,
trapped between sentiment and truth;
the creaking jaw whines.

Unraveller of
invisible riddles,

demystifying scribe
of Faraday’s theatrics.

His, unlocking the
cage and waves of light

made Einstein special,
and the universe an ocean

of gravitational
waves, forever rippling.

Footfall sang like
glockenspiel chimes,
a metallophone
path of linear strides.
Back and forth, to and fro
jiving in and out of time.

Eating light and digesting darkness
the breeze whistles over fleshy bells that clang.

Windows stare into space and time; vast panes, beyond minds and placid lakes - the secret sepulchre.

Hume's bundle - laundry of the senses.

...black In petrified repose
takes the shape of
lightning tongues.

And amongst the aroma
of ozone and charcoal crisps,
flakes flutter -
sloughing sadness.

Ludwig’s largesse,
to the Corsican Fiend
reached a coda of lament.

Tap, tap
at the door,
the news
brought home…

carsick
journey,
no map
no compass…

just a face…

a face in
the crowd,
forever
impassive.

The osprey
plunges

an unerring
spear

with
atlatl instinct.

Talons
slice surf

a
loch picked

of
thrashing rainbows

Icarus’
folly eclipsed.

jutting and jagging
the looming grey monument
caps nature's crown

The placid blue lake
runs deep with riddles
I could never fathom.

As bland as cloth-strained milk;
a deluge of curd free effluvium runs free.
No cheese, no future.
Just the aroma of decay.

Worn shoes -
friction burns on tired soles;
griddled pancake strides.

Scuffed leather -
peeling flakes of desiccated fruit
kiss frayed laces;
knotted serpent tongues.


Burning in Nevada;
a thousand miles from carpenter's tools,
a hundred steps from Vegas lines.

Inextricably bound,
our lives pass through straws;
externally opaque tubes,
revealing little to the observer.

Empty,

your armchair sits in
the corner of the room

and I wonder how the
enormity of you ever fitted there.

In days of shadow, the frayed
fabric forms your silhouette;

the imprint of a
man I cannot be.

My memories of you
are like every season’s rain,

a permanent lens of grief.

How could I ever fill
the empty space you left?

The empty spaces
that are everywhere.

The knife struggles
to slice cheese,

  the blade hampered by
a resistant truckle.

  Existential friction makes
an unmade sandwich.

daffodils unfurl,
green stems scaffold the essence
of spring's ambition.

In those 80s days,
a nuclear fire burned
in the hearth.

From the Bradbury,
Wyndham trees,
leaves fell in which to bathe.

Star Wars and Atlantis –
were fables and facts
in the scientific age…

…Today is an
unresponsive page
in a world of stranger things.

The breeze that ripples
through the clematis vine;

shakes the aphid cloak
glutting on its purple pendants.

Scars and skin -
millipedes roaming baking flesh.

Inner canals -
Venetian arteries/gondola full.

Then the marrow. The MARROW.

That dripping core slipping away.

Food of decay.

Monochrome sphere
cyclOptic gaze
Opalescent pearl
sentinel of Night

On beaches of buttery biscuit,
Martian fruits drip
                                  red
                                            syrupy
                                                          goo
Onto time frozen swirls of cool surf.

The wardrobe

stands

empty,


panels of pine

no longer

brushed by the fabric of you.


The doors close,

sealed by a magnets kiss -

a mannequin's tomb.

Hope unfurls –
April’s pennant *****;
rasped by the
spring lizard’s tongue.