Sometimes I’m asleep with one eye open,
then I’m awake with both eyes shut.
Some days I just can’t stomach it,
but I get up! So that takes some guts.
Purely Cosmetic
As Beautiful Chloe gazed down into her open, little, black bag, the whole of her face slid off, into it, like hot saturated fat.
Faceless Chloe calmly zipped the bag closed and placed it on the bedside table, fumbled the cover off her bed and rolled under it, only then to wait impatiently for her sleep to arrive before morning.
The Park Bench and the Downpour
As the day passes before you, you sit longer than you had planned
on the most servant park bench.
Then, subtly, a lost shadow whispers into your ear, It says, shame about the
cats and dogs. You haven’t the heart to tell it that it hasn’t rained for days.
Meanwhile, time must be folding inward; squeezing itself until a residue from
a meaningful downpour leaps from your chin.
You remain seated on the bench getting wet, and as you do, you’re
unknowingly and repeatedly shapeshifting; into every person who has ever sat
there for exactly the same reason you do.
Blueish Blue
The blues will and always remain to be blue.
And so, yours to you maybe/always darker,
but at least mine are mine and blueish blue,
not nearly seen to be true — just felt.
Just believe me when I say I have the blues.
On the Spectrum
Sometimes, I can see daily life within the capacity of a retro 48k
computer; the colour clash — together with the sunniest days Sun
can be quite mesmerising. No loading error…
The Very Most Splendid Train Service
The very most splendid train service,
never late nor leaves it’s track.
As it goes deeper underground,
accidentally switching to another line,
it stumbles across secret stations,
And now the return service is not so good.
Lost Gravity
When I walk on the pavements that knit together my small town, I occasionally hover, fleetingly and quite randomly above the colourless concrete.
Recently, I stood still behind a tree and measured approximately one centimetre of nothing between my feet and the inevitable, and for those seconds I did not wonder how, all I asked was… why? Until, my feet felt firmly on the ground.
Decision Time!
Man A to Man B, “I think I’m in trouble!”
“I don’t want to know,” say’s Man B in his bubble.
Man A in a panic, “I can’t make a decision!”
“Really” Says Man B, with a dry tone of derision.
Man A in his anger, “You look just like me; my double!”
Man B in his shield, “You’re beginning to crumble,
and the difference Man A is I’m fine in my shield”
Man A replies, “You look sad being alone in a field,
I’m gonna burst your bubble, you’re coming with me,
II teach you to man up, live your life and be happy.”
Man B had now gone and Man A was just a man,
He walked into his field, thinking plan after plan after plan.
Room Service
Jon White was alone in his bed sleeping; his only support was his new memory foamed mattress. At 3.05 he awoke with urgency, needing the bathroom. He hadn’t yet seen, encountered, the heart pulsating shock, which was; the dark figure standing, facing the opposing wall.
A totem in the blackness, she stood in the centre of the room; silent, motionless with no acknowledgement of her surroundings. Jon’s only thought was for the sweet blessed relief he would feel in the bathroom.
He grabbed his duvet and purposefully flung it away from his tepid body. Now, exposed to the arctic impression of the bedroom, the atmosphere in the room sent Jon’s skin temperature to plummet; tightening around his bony adolescent frame like an invasion. With his skin no longer flexible and encasing, Jon not only felt the harsh cold but increasingly ill, only once before had he felt this sick; when he was witness to his father’s death.
Sealand Daydream#1
In a shimmering sea lies creation,
a wrecked city, a lost at sea population.
Provisionally, some strangers are made king,
so long as the shore-wind that follows does sing.
Now I can daydream considerably longer,
as I become the tide, I arrive stronger.
In a lost world, without soil or land,
many sandcastles are formed without their sand.
Then I see an overhead sign in neon magenta,
The Last Salty Sea-dogs Drop-in Centre.
A merman’s place but as man-made as a moat,
now is the time if on dry ground I shall float.
And to scribble from the teeth of a shark,
keep your mouth shut and leave before dark!
I Eat Let.ers 