prone
lay low
the wind will crawl
and find you
skin and bone
a fixture
bathed in the cool television
flow
flowing cast on the ripples of
your spine curled inward
the stretch of ribs
undulating
to the sharp angled hip
tilted leaning
and beneath
the darkness
of the buffer floors
from the street
through the doors
you floated like a traveller
on a breeze
of frost
the chill in your teeth
as pure as a white
hour
overcast sunday

YES but of course
In 1998
specialists gave me
just 6 months
no less no more

I looked inside my mind
and am I alive
tis
2014
coz
you all had to read me
am I
an Apparition
a GHOST !
search me

I still am alive
OR
am I?

Loved to Lovedly

CREATURES

My strength is waning
and my will grows weak.
What are these creatures
dark and unforgiving
that bind my soul
in chains of fear
and sicken my heart
to near dying.

There in my way was a wooded glade
From virulent green to autumns shade
It arrived this morning as if newly grown
The trees many colours felt for me alone

The sky above a beautiful azure blue
What more crossed my path anew?
The afterlife was having a good laugh
A chuckle came infesting my new path

"We hear you within your troubled ways
You left the path of life for many days.
We have made a sanctuary for you to find
Where you can regain your peace of mind."