Four horses will be foaled today
under a golden rope of sky
they will be riderless
until the end of the world
or its beginning,
judgment creeps in like a thief
and steals hope from the manger
there are tapestries woven with
a thousand green Hallelujah threads, there are lotus blossoms
blossoming in the fire.

Heavenly bodies yearn for birth. Blackbirds darken the sky.
I speak
to the wind,
words blow away.

meeting and falling in love
fighting until push comes to shove
crying until you have had enough

feeling as though anything can be achived
things escalate until neither of you are pleased
trying to pick up the pieces as you grieve

seeing someone everyday for all that time
you whole life changes at the drop of a dime
someone you love has just finised their climb

the feeling that you will never be rejected
sometimes feeling and others not feeling accepted
you hit that point when you feel all together neglected

by the window sits
collecting drops
of day sized thoughts

"its all in the angles"
discerning dusk
decieving dawn

breaths yellowed
lampshade curve
like a hand
turning the sullen
knob
the skein of veins
like the beauty of
lace

"designs of fortune"
your tea leave taste
that lingers like rain
falling in its haste

In this enterprise we call family
My partner is a passionate partaker
Moaning all through in bed like a Billy
And says nothing at all thereafter
Like a ghost in and out of the house
Laid back and contributes nothing
In temper, you need water to douse
Raving when I’ve not said anything
And not bothered by the tick in time
While the kids grow to see us fight
Bring money home, not from crime
My parrot partner plays, what a sight
And forgets that there is work to do
I am quiet; but I know what to say

Notwithstanding the angle of the arrow
Pointed towards Loved...
One who is too much of a narcissist
and egoist,
Incorrigible to the core
Is audacious to call some poets ,of yore

One who knows no poetry?
That’s for sure,

How in hell, Loved produces
A gem off and on,
One can’t be too sure.
But the best chiseller
We have met,
Is our dearest friend,
We all know…

elongated shimmers reflect
the water of movement
on her face,

life swirls around
brushing past

unseeing

she stares into liquid pools of light
blinded as a supernova
peeks out from inside

Blaring noises ring
Causing a fantastic dance.
For it's a great king.

Once I saw a man in a suit knocked down by a car
He went rolling along the road,
one shoe went off another way.

He rolled into a sitting position,
he had a small package in his hand.
He raised it to his ear and shook it.
Then he said fuckit
and fell over and didn’t move any more.

So sue me,
I laughed.

"Do we even like each other?"
Echo asked as she twirled
and twisted around my feet.
I was green when I faced the river.
I ripped to shreds dreams that never
came and I came undone.
But you come again and again to steal
my breath and devour my soul.

I listen carefully and exhume the sound.
Earth still clings to me. My bones lie
scattered.

partitions
meet your fire on the first flick
taste that heat
first sure lick

crush heel sweet relished life
that trick twist knee
that shouts its bitter agony

jump into flame
this loves ignition
aspiring
the thick dark fingers
beneath the skin
across the flesh
raised goosebump fresh

swallow words this
ghost ache
burning through
veneer of mirrors

wear your ears
and dance crippled
weary floors with
dirty feet