Life dream


I’m chasing footsteps

through my mind


where time shifts

blind alley


& twenty years

is but a kiss,


a touch, a murmured

slip, of who we are.


This acid spring

has cut my heart


in strips:


it’s pumping blossom

all my blood drained


& bagged.


Your hands are



for a grip, it tips

me into sleep.


I’m chasing shadows’

where we hide


on threshold not yet

crossed, & everything


looks grey through

telescopic lens


of age:


it creeps into my

bones; slowing impulse


stifling change.


Yes, I’m chasing

footprints in my mind


I reach for you


your softness slips

between my fingers


like this life:

this life all mine.


(Listen here.)

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