Some days, I’ve inhaled boulders,
Expelled sand-dunes at every breath,
Created desserts full of anagrams,
Formed beaches; of enormous breadth.
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Timekeepers
Behind
The intensity of wake turbulence
The sucking energy of undertow
In the midst
Of trembling heat-haze
Sandwiched
Between ever-decreasing circles
Before
An echo followed
By a future muted echo
And delay is breeding its alarm
People bugs
Engulfed and entwined
Contained and compressed
In webs of self-inflicted time
Spun
By manmade life
–
Night (darker, longer)
Deep in the night
You’re living your life lonely
Strung out before the dawn
Standing in the lounge
Silent
Motionless
Dumb
Rush blended
On palette
Many shades of night
Exhausted by being awake
And self-consciously
More awake than ever necessary
Overcome by the nocturnal
But sleep is somewhere
Someplace
Misplaced
Lone
Temporarily in common with
You
The Very Young
The water rushes in
As an irresistable force
Towards distant twinkling lights
There
Miniature soldiers
Talk amongst each other
And their glow bugs
Sleep flying
Over and on crumbly cake ramparts
So overlooked
By a hovering fluoresent luna
Showering its moonbeams
While particular water
Lick sandcastles
Fragile upon themselves
With amateurish foundations
And so it’s true!
By children they are best made
They so do implore
The Little
Are softly strengthening
Tatty-bent-books
The boundless
Seeping
In old folklore
Adversatising
Please read this now!
It’s irrelevant; void,
As of now; by the end of today.
In the t’s and c’s;
Near the end; in invisible print…
(somewhere here),
Can you see?
It should say!
Nothing
Half-a-pence
Of nonsense
And a teardrop
Of morose
Slow drowned
With canned
Laughter
And nothing
Comes close
Daydreamer Setting555999
I notice that you’re a dreamer
That you continue to stand there,
With Sir Polar Bear;
Engulfed in its colossal shadow,
And I can see that you know,
That I know
That you know this too.
It seems you can be forever surrounded,
By an endless sea of molten metals
Your mysterious lands;
Crumbling,
Decomposing with rust;
Endlessly being anchored –
By your hidden flamboyance
Always to be taken –
By complex science
To a certain past
And a future lost.
Childish 80’s
Dry felt-tip pens
Odd florescent socks
Tracing paper
The Muppets lunchbox
Sweetshops
Dull board games
Lots and lots of dice
Shortened holidays
Longer Sundays
Missing the bus again… twice!
Morning Telly
Pop! Go the ants
Nothing and everything
In soaking wet pants
World cup dramas
Bad wrestling fights
Unwelcome relatives
The endless summer nights
Bad haircuts
Cracked pavements
Thick scabby knees
Puddles
Beer sweets
Sherbet dib-dabs please!
Fake blood
Loading times
The gallop top 40
BUNDLE!
Less of your cheek
Naughty-naughty-naughty!
Too short in the trouser
Satchels
Gizmo top of pet names
Xmas, birthday, Xmas
Nonsense ball games
First love and embarrassment
Marbles on the drains
Saturday + Sunday = two day week!
Diving paper planes
The register
Good… morning… Mrs… Teacher!
Worms and Daddy longlegs
Scare girls but won’t eat ya!
The dreaded Chinese burn
Now wait your ruddy turn!
I could go on…
Doppelganger
Someone out there,
Identical to you; in every possible way,
and you passed them in the street, unnoticed…
Only yesterday…
Oh well.
Beautiful Rotting Flowers
Flowers beautiful
Message sent
Message received
Fragrant scent
Stems cut
Growing not
Petals browning
Dying rot
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