Fragile

Carapace

denim sea / sky

glitter.

I’m pulse thin

heart numb

flicker.

Breath strive

one two / one two

hold:

carapace

black hole

intermittent.

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Vision cast

petal perfect

cherry blossom

light, halo, colour

spring warmth

radiance

return returning

recurrence

circles spiral

all of this

heart held

fragile.

Worm moon

That big ‘ole moon

it pulls the tide

orange from my

window, massive

above roof top.

I dream of

children

days gone by

& you

as ever;

a mirage

lost in time.

I search

my library

of love:

no hope

I’ll find

one of you

worthy.

That orange

moon’s

miasma

moves inside

poised

on equinox’s

shoulder:

green sprigs

from brittle

mind

earth spins

its next

sunrise.

Your love

brings

no respite &

still I yearn

for truth

but truth

I find

is broken.

This

A twist in the turn

again, destiny

beckons.

I can do this

I can do this!

Voices from afar

burn in my ear

like Napalm:

war is a drug

aflame in our genes

destruction builds

nations.

A twist in the turn

here we are

we can do this!

News reel

prophecy tumbles

delusion:

we eat, dream, sleep

as if immune.

A twist in the turn

fire brands us

apocryphal chants

threaten annihilation

& I turn to the twist

scream to the last

sunrise.

We can do this

we can do this!  

The addict

You search for

love:

even now

when our last

morning sky

is laced

with arrows.

You’re reaching

out, the agony

the ecstasy

still beckons:

I wake alone,

thinking of you

makes me smile,

your adolescent

vibe in ageing

body.

Everything

crumbles

we’re flaking

into dust

yet still

you sigh

for silky thigh

& blended lips,

your ever ready

quest, for love.

You crave

her touch

it doesn’t matter

who or why

for an instant

you become

’the one’

& all else melts

to sound bytes.

The Magician

You shed light

pure gold dust

we bask

in warmth:

You engage

become seen

evoking

perfect

symmetry.

You talk,

talk:

lips move

we breathe

the essence

of passion

light seeps deep

flooding darkness.

Now sun sets

we are bereft

left in lingering

twilight

searching

for a way in

mystified

by

this glimpse

of God

so

human.

Years

I’m invisible

a sea mist

I arise, disperse.

People pass

no one notices

it feels peaceful

when once

every head

turned.

I am nothing:

children seed

scattered

blown into

tomorrow

dandelion free.

It feels like

childhood

when the world

looked huge

how now the

years pile

high.

I drive my

body to

comply

I’m invisible

to you

time eludes

me

love has

never

done me

proud:

I count each

blood red

sunrise

with eternity

on my mind.

Solstice

Years drop by

like rain:

visceral

then again

disappear

as if……..

Year’s trickle

through my head,

merge

no destination

clear.

These years

have stripped

away

us all:

buoyancy

of youth,

that love

I used to fear

your eyes.

With you

all certainty

aligned

for moments.

Don’t speak

to me

of ‘time’

I wrote

this

in my sleep

through dreams

which make

no sense

a bardo

of belief

a memory

of stardust.

Insight

You were my lover

although so hidden

I never would have

guessed

unless I read

your clever phrases,

turn of tongue:

honeyed words you

deep dive me into.

You were my lover

although for years

I thought of you

as single as

the breeze

a high falutin’ dream

thoroughly mystic.

Are you my lover?

At least in dreams

in dreams you

volubly increase

throwing out

your shyness;

almost believe

in consequence.