When she pressed on her glasses and drew the words near
Their shape and their meaning began to ring clear
The humdrum around her then faded away
And her mind drifted back to an earlier day
Where raucous and ready …
Category: Poetry
and there it goes…
And there it goes now again,
Trinkets and snippets,
Whipped up in a windless whippet,
Caught and carried through dreamless air
To a foreign lair.
And here I hold you tight again,
As if today’s embrace could shorten
Tomorrow’s distance …
bump
Closer closer till you burn,
Now there’s no room left to turn…
All or nothing, in or out,
We have no time to throw about.
I guess I’ve been a stupid guy,
To stop and wait and not to try.…
cast/go
Cast it back,
Cast it out,
Freckled innocence,
Blooming doubt…
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The present is the presence of past.
Wrap and preserve it since nothing will last?
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If daily we have the same lessons,
And become as the message itself…
Sky Blue
Work to rule,
A simple fool.
Something crude-
Far too rude.
Sky blue,
Future tell.
Sky blue,
Hope you are well.
Time strapped,
Brain mapped.
Predicted states,
Expensive rates.
Sky blue,
What can I say?
Sky blue,
Some other way…
Umpilton
Dredge…
Shred first, taste later
The hard-won destruction fakes its toll
Ledge…
Bled first, healthy again,
The softer climates rust the weakly postured
The milk slips over the edge of the bowl
Bits and bobs sieze up and collapse
Litter …
Thus ends…
Thus ends the age of exploration
Now Rules of Grammar and stuffy constants constrain
Fixed and steady, RIGID and arbitrary
While whipped on a whippet of wind,
Deserted, rejected, injected and binned,
Age turns the skin inside out
And indoors …
Turlough
Turlough
Here comes the flood
The beat of rain in the dark,
Here comes the water,
Streams of pain make their mark.
A shoreline appears,
From the stone come angry waves,
A sinking in tears,
Of moments that nobody saves…
Onfeedence
onfeedence
Money in the meter,
Honey in my head
Money in the meter,
Frozen in my bed
Hardly in the moment
Hurry, get ahead, but
Barely any movement,
Somewhere else instead.
And oh the restless guests they are not feeling …
traction fragments
traction fragments
Good grip in these tires.
Good shit, as far as it goes.
But I cannot keep it lit.
A cliche that won’t hurt a bit.
Easy now, in it goes.
A spot of blood on your clothes.
No …