Walking with you
I hadn’t noticed the stones in my shoes
That the weather was abysmally rude
Throwing down all it had left
And so it was only then
That I noticed
I was soaked right through
And in some pain
Only then
When we went our separate ways
Shutting my front door
My hand remained poised
Until a heavy sigh
Sent me out into the rain once again
For a while, we were individuals, instrumental even, only for something to send us into an unforgettable crescendo; then our heat-beats fused and we flew, we actually flew over ourselves, circling, voyeurs looking down upon our uncontrollable laughter, not one of us wanting to land … ever again.
As I walked down to the water’s edge I knelt and plunged my right hand in,
increasing the rivers density, I watched my hand dance until I thought the river may
run dry, that my hand may never return to me.
I was wrong, my hand soon returned and it hurt like hell.
Then the river dissipated, cruelly, as I was now struggling to comprehend
dying among the scorching sand-dunes.
So we decided to drive up the waterfall, but the waterfall was redundant and
dry. While travelling vertically; the impossible was performed with ease, I
couldn’t help but wear a fixed smile until arriving at its crest.
Then a tarn with tranquil water, slick and so pure with
elaborately carved structures floating: some were peacefully rotating.
I noticed they were broken, perhaps abandoned before completion. It was at
that moment I had forgotten why we… but more now I, was there at all.
Somehow without trying, I walked forwards, sure-footed: leaving behind what
had vanished behind me.
Now everything was much closer, and silent, with timely rushes of air, pressed
intermittently at my cheek; forced gently by numerous random walls from
what were now replica houses made from wood.
Clocklike and clockwise, suddenly in the far distance I see faceless builders as
undisturbed artists that do not seem to care, and the placid water
nearby does not respond to the continuous stirring upon it. The half buildings
have reversed the effects of time, and suddenly I must go… where? I do not
know.
Human Clock
Whenever I think of you
I never choose to bleed time
I just do
Moon Collapse
The moon collapsed
And the sea never saw that coming
So the Sun took its place
And the sea dried up from bad plumbing
The Race to the Lake
They ran
They swam
They ran back
To the van
The four of them sat waiting nervously: Average Man, 6th Sense Woman, The Vague, and Mr De’Ath.
Suddenly, over to their right, the one and only door swung inward; expelling pure white light bleaching them, equally. One by one, they stood and walked at half-speed into the overexposure; causing their bodies to be at first outlined, then dissolved and eaten hungrily by it.
As soon as they were no longer visible as the characters they resembled, the door behind them creaked in heavy, reverberating delay; closing ever-so-slowly. The room now settled into its own blank atmosphere once more, with only the sound of distant screams for its company.
In the peripheral
Of crescents
Cul-de-sacs
Disrespected alleyways
Lost behind dull signs
Fleeting
In reflections
The unfathomable
Memory Vapour
Often distant
Sometimes fading
Throbbing vibrantly
Forever fading
In tangent
With the pulse
Of those
Who
Project them
Still touch
The finest hairs
Of the passer-by
The unknowing
What a day I’ve had, earlier, I dream’t I was falling. Now that I’ve woken up, I really am! I’m sitting in the driving seat of my car, seat-belt on and plummeting over a ridiculously high cliff. I must of left the handbrake off you see. You’ve gotta laugh really – I intend to. I’m playing it over and over in my silly little mind, and yet nothing stops me from leaving that really useful handbrake off. How clumsy of me, still, I’m going with a bang I suppose; even looks like I’m missing the tide that’s in. Not only am I gonna be smashed to bits bouncing off those rocks but burnt too; a true Hollywood explosion I can only imagine, just to be sure. Actually I’m quite lucky really cos I’ve always been terrified of the thought of drowning – and it’s funny, they say that it’s your life that flashes before y–
The fact that I have just seen a minuscule leopard; no bigger than my thumb; nonchalantly roaming between the taller blades of grass in my front garden was not as surprising as I would’ve first imagined.
Then I notice a tiny family of three; lying down not so far away from the minuscule leopard; the baby is twice the size of its assumed parents and the Leopard. Somehow I overlook this irregularity in scale and look away, determined to see what else that I can find that defeats logic. Inevitably, they all vanish before I look back on my search for absolute confirmation.
Feeling aggrieved, I sense that I’m being watched — but still I scan the garden; my mannerisms acquire some semblance of pretense loss, as all I see now is scattered autumnal leaves. Within a matter of moments I disregard the miniature marvels; I smile, subtly, as I come to the conclusion that I’m very temporarily insane.
I continue to walk to the gate and plan my route to work as usual.
I Eat Let.ers 