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Grey Ash

Through a gap
In her clamped lips,
She sings out of tune.
Her hand-rolled cigarette
Spills grey ash
Onto her white t-shirt.
She doesn’t care.
She’s concentrating
On playing the piano

 

Twenties Bridge

Fur leaf clones left well alone
Dry guts and deep cuts
Slumber days and far fetched nights
Ultimate frights
Sex on concrete steps
Hard won love, laid to rest
Red lights and monkey bones
Gun-toting hippie homes
Near death walks in desert
Performance pressure
Talk talk talk
Walk walk walk
Animal print balaclavas
Protective Havaianas
Smoke to pin-point shame
Yesterday’s questions – no brain
Dance naked despite gravity
Love with levity
Last task
Eat your liquid breakfast
Through a tube
Scratch the bruise.

All The Way Down

I tumbled through the lights and bulbs
Like Alice and the hole.
I looked to either side and saw nothing
But a way out to China.
A cold thumped me right-side up
There the world was big
And I was small.
Everyone was having babies
With rings on their fingers
And bells on their toes
So we could hear them coming
With promises in their pockets,
A jingle jangle of small change,
While my own pants lay silent.
This world only ceased
When my double made an effort
To say all the right things
To all the right people
With their mouths full of teeth
And tea up their sleeves.
Yes, I am fine
(I say to a lady with red wine lips)
Yes, I am fine,
(She stands up to brush away crumbs)
Yes, I am fine.
(Her skirt flays out like the petals of a rose,
Her face tells me she doesn’t actually care)

My Heart, A Nest and A Raven

There’s a nest which sits well above my heart.
I’d like to say it was the home of a wren
But it belongs to a raven.
It is clever, heavy, wicked and wise
And it sees you.
My raven collects things,
Tiny metallic objects
Which nestle in the twigs above my heart.
I’d like to say they shimmer and shine,
But they cut
They bruise
Forcing me to grow scar tissue in places
I never thought I would.
My raven tells me things,
Whisperings in its croaking voice
Chants like those from outside of sound.
I’d like to say it is made of music,
But they are maniacal and truthful,
All the things that make me breed
Just a little more madness
Just a little more hate.
There’s a nest above my heart
And it presses like a coldness,
Pushes like a heaving force,
And lands me in a world of trouble.

Still Like Statues

There are holes all through my lungs.
I smoked until my chest caved in and my heart halted still like a black rock.
There are clumps of mistakes in my arteries;
Giant warnings for blood to go no further lest we breach the weir beyond.
I lived until I couldn’t any longer, there wasn’t much left of me.
I was tired.
I was breathing too many times in a minute and my hands were always full.
I’d scream at the sky every time it rose,
Like I was pleading for a better run at the tides.
“Wash me away, take me to the next shore, clean my mind and slough my skin”
I’d cry these things and fall asleep deep within the arms of a busy night
Only to wake with the same mislaid problems

Death By Kaleidoscope

We all suffer of our own doing;
Death by kaleidoscope
Chain-of-event love.
Simple mirrors
Flashing images
Of all your faults and graces,
All your greatest and lowest.
Bedazzled eyes
Drink up the sight
Of shiny shapes
We think we haven’t seen.
It’s just a few specks
Of coloured dust
Collecting
And the end
Of a very long,
Blacked-out,
Tunnel-vision
Lense.

Watch the pretty colours swim.
They’ll keep you entertained
For a little while.

Dillam, A Love Letter of the Best kind

Sometimes
When we are together
Its less about the time
And more about the years,
Less about the jokes
And more about the laughter,
Less about our troubles
And more about the care.

With you I never question
With you I never distort
Or manipulate
Or destroy

Life is already destructive
People thrive on manipulation
And love is so very distorted
That I am grateful
Most often
For you.

We have so many relationships
In this life
Who’d have thought
We’d last?

Thanks, for always coming to my party