still to ferry out depths
no petty parrot poems
to divvy up the score
nor ramp-up efforts


climb into lightning
totally unafraid of the scalding rods
feet out to sand dollars
cool as cucumbers
like walking on the spiny surface of an outer moon
crinoid wishes crumble like walls of an ancient civilisation
as saddle wrass masticates half-born ideas with Aristotle’s lantern
rendered sessile, bloodclotting measures kick in
as emergency repair kit carried on the sidelines
brittle stars are bandaged and fossilised as ambulacra pull tight
overgrown daisies fail to fly free and loosening pollenseeds are all caught


lick up that salty brave snot
and brace face to that taut wind
this urchin with star backed burden
bears no cretaceous page
just bobs on hope
in relatively quiet waters

Meet me at the corner of the pathways of your heart
We'll take a walk from side to side, we'll go from end to start
We'll meet up where you're vulnerable, insecure, afraid
Stroll along the avenues of anxiousness and shame.

We'll round a bend through phobias, your deeply hidden hate
Your blind pig-headed xenophobic well-repressed inmate.
And when we finally reach where two paths meet beneath the skin,
I'll see you start to harden where the bloodclotting begins.

See, this side is your armour, your inner steel and sword
It holds the secret goals and dreams you've still managed to hoard
Your stubbornness and pride and love all line the ****** walls,
Your upper lip it rises while the urge to cower falls.

The end is up ahead and you're as cold and hard as stone
Your pride stretches on further, to the marrow in your bones
I try to take your hand and you just turn back towards the start,
I wish that we could always meet in the middle of your heart.