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fuck the new millenium
nomadic share-housing; house done over
stupid feuds, politics and bullshit
took a full-time job

 

 

heart

so delicate
tensile flesh
pumps so light
ever pushing

unrepentent
misbehaving
never thinking
simply feeling

golden warm
hard glass cold
big as the sky
virus small

17.1.00

 

 

 

taking potshots at the moon

trying to twist muse into music
never could evoke that response
it just comes out in a scream
making no noise, just fears

inking a line-bound inkling
playing god with my soul
baring, covering, hiding, hinting
temping fate to fall down

kicks into deathless breath
searing cold and so hot
hiding naked behind thick glass
headlight stunned and gasping

08.02.00

 

 

 

p.m.

cicadas buzz in the air of madness
the breeze of nearly-cracked afternoon
the borders of sanity have drawn close
just a thin skin-split from view

and the blood roars inside careful heads
as suits on the bus tug their collars
a facial tic could betray their soul
seething below against the confines of life

the heat settles on blanked-out faces
and beads of sweat rise up
the laces on shoes seem to bind feet down
trapping the wanderlust within

09.02.00

 

 

 

crossing the path of a black cat

thinkly past the midnight hour
and thoughtly on to three
my mind rode off to foreign lands -
ignored my heart's decree

all fits were throwing backward
and carriages all made way
the starlets all looked awkward
and all suns went dark for day

Jabberwock dodged the vorpal sword
so Miss Muffett shot it dead
a rat led astray a piping horde
right past a ghostless head

the crash had a dreadful stock market
a promise broke a politician
a hole got a great big pocket
and a secret revealed a magician

the backwards way seemed forwards
and the twisted made things straight
the timbers couldn't see a tree for woods
and we were all controlled by fate

17.03.00

 

 

 

weathered weatherings

rain drifting past a streetlight
puffs my eyes with a halo blur
distracts the edges of objects
disturbing thoughts of objections

drips of clean smelling air
washing days off leaves and cables
leading the mind away from issues
and leaden thoughts they've issued

wet surfaces glisten like treasure
winking promises through the night
hints of riches just beyond grasp
and hinterlands rich in handholds

rivulets of fallen rain whisper
giving directions to dirt perhaps
suggesting an alternate location
as changed suggestions are located

two worlds occupy one space
rainy planets and stormy hearts
drifting parallel without touching
while parallels drift from touch

28.03.00

 

 

she was perfectly crafted
rough edged and smooth
pout, cross, black velvet dress
makeup ever so just so

the right hair, the right boots
the right drink, the right friends
perfect little goth girl
didn't have a clue

followed the formula
knew all the rules
perfect little goth girl
didn't have a clue

30.03.00

 

 

 

where i live may be me
where i rest may be home
who i know may be friends
who i know maybe....

with a wisp of smoke
and a wist-full whistle
haze floats above me
beyond begone and gone...

scenes change in changing scenes
groupings scatter close
and drive themselves away
towards themselves.....

gentle daring caring me?
or others all knowing them
and knowing all others
makes them so other-ly....

locked in a key-full cage
with no escape apparent
running away by numbers
numbers the days to nothing...

19.04.00

 

 

 

i fall down into a well
of a thing i do not recognise
a cloying wall of thunder
which sticks my eyes apart

palpitations of a scared soul
give a foil for brave fronts
the delicate creatures we are
those painful loves we cherish

31.10.00

 

 

 

growing pains

ragged edges drawn
through final despair
cries for help
cries too late

the final solution
no solution at all
could have lived
could have learned

didn't see the good
lost before it began
marking the time
marking out lines

softly tearing life
soul leaking away
drains from sight
drains from hope

an attacking world
harsh daily reality
you tolerate it
you make your way

clashing voices sing
perfectly cacophoharmonised
your eyes hearing
your ears seeing

reach out and swipe
straws cease drowning
some can be enough
some will make do

stunning realisation
sunlight streams inside
sour times pass
sour times end

04.01.00

(with respect
to Portishead)

poem placed last
on purpose. i'm not
really this angsty ;)

 

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