Simplicity Tapes

September 22, 2016poetry, WordsAppreciation, Cassette Tape, Communication, Language, Middle Age, Monument, Poem, September, Simplicity, The Day Passing, Timekmjmreed

An old cassette tape, when the light catches it handsomely it looks silvered and bronzed like a monument with little dates of significance.

The time is half-past-something or a quarter too, and the day really doesn’t care for its name.

Then I recall Septembers, that this September; the breeze has been as gentle and warm as breath exchanging from lovers in loose conversation.

Randomly, I feel a surge of discomfort within the thought of the inability to appreciate anything, while I continuously slip comfortably into taking average daily life for granted.

Three army helicopters throb, thunderously overhead. They pass in a mini apocalypse parade; for a moment the suburb is drowned with the sound of their rota-blades, the atmosphere feels as if it’s expanding in its protestation.

The air chooses to relax; dropping its noisy luggage, only to float upon its regular self, I notice from beyond my open window, two female voices; unexplainably but noticeably middle-aged, and motherly, using vocabulary that only just resembles my native tongue. I think perhaps that I’ve momentarily forgotten to understand my language.

Tour Guide

September 18, 2016Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, poetry, WordsAdverse Weather, Bad Holiday, Body-Fat, Holidays, Humour, Information, Nobody Here There or Anywhere, Not Bothered, Over Worked, Sci-Fi, Surreal, Tour Guide, wordskmjmreed

“Those are the sounds of your body-fat dissolving under the piercing heat of this sun!” he said; the tour guide not realising if there was anyone actually there… yet to come.

Clockwise

September 11, 2016poetry, Wordsforever is such along time, nanoseconds, Poem, skin, slipping, the future as now, Time, Walking, wordskmjmreed

Since stepping on time; i’ve slid forever. My soles drip with nanoseconds; soaking my shoes of aging leather.

Listen to the Music

September 4, 2016poetry, WordsGolden Oldies, Listening Ears, Memories, Music, Nostalgia, poetry, That Drone, The Beach Boys, The Fall, Therapykmjmreed

I listen to the music

That attractive noise

I’ll listen to The Fall

To The Beach Boys

I listen to the music

So candid

Therapeutic

A stinging to my ears

So enjoyably caustic

I listen to the music

For instant nostalgia

Of where I was

Who with

Or when I found ya

I listen to the music

I love that drone

So finally I can sleep

Until the notes find home

I listen to the music

It conjures such love

Into my ears

Let it roll with a loose shove

I listen to the music

Feeling happy or stressed

I’ll listen when calm

Intoxicated

Badly dressed

I listen to the music

On various compilations

Those imperfect and personal

Golden-oldie stations

I listen to the music

Like a hit from the hits

I listen to the music

When the moment fits

I listen to the music

And here’s the chorus now

I’ll listen

Until the music’s over

… T’Pau!

Beachworld

August 22, 2016Micro Fiction, poetry, short stories, WordsCalm Storms, Creatures, Force of Nature, Jellyfish, poetry, The Beach, The Coast, The Waves, Thoughts, What lies beneaths the seakmjmreed

footprints cisland As you stare; stop looking… for answers on every wave, and under the tiring sun that lowers into its new water bed: forever creased. Each nearing roll of surf perpetually attends to the beach where you wander; reaching out and soaking, smoothing scars of soft land and human hand, from land loving creatures.

The bubbling roar of white noise; rising and dipping in volume; teasing your ears into hearing frequencies from lost radios stations: faulty and alluring. Every time this happens something is taken from you, soon replaced by a specific space to lighten your walk inland.

All this… as you stand, feet sucked by gooey miniature rocks that table gels of dead jelly fish; glistening like little brains of the sea; forced up upon confusion and violence from the mighty froths of wash.

Superhero versus Average Man

August 10, 2016poetry, Wordskmjmreed

For a while, he was the ‘Invisible man’ because he had to be seen to be believed.

Suddenly, he rarely spoke, he became the ‘Quiet man’ and then everyone had heard of him.

So, for a laugh he became the ‘Funny man’ and yet everyone thought his idea was the joke.

He tried to be Superman, Batman, even Bananaman; but their suits never suited him.

Then one day he seemed to blend into the ‘Average Man’ and yet, as bizarre as he continues to feel, being the ‘Average Man’ he hasn’t seen himself since.

For a while he was the ‘Invisible Man’ because–