Tag Archives: Life

Trees of See

Amongst the trees of see

Patterns

Abstract shapes

Of you and me

Syncing

Not sinking

Breathing with ancestors hearts

And forever bathed in light of a perpetual dusk

Often muting

Always mutating

As life sets in your eyes

with occasional death on your mind

And nothing but love on your lips

You make me see

Through the sea of trees

A Simple Blizzard

A piercing, white blizzard had arrived, and everything familiar had all but vanished.

That’s all Joel had noticed in 3 seconds of eye-lash laden observation, shortly before his body yanked him backwards; his deadweight dropping him to a soft land.

It seemed for a while yet, he should remain foetal.

The Last Moon on the Left (excerpt)

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The bizarre kettle-shaped spaceship, suddenly turns off its powerful engine of raging bubbles. Now, both young boys listen intensly, to the slow, muted, thud of footsteps… from the creepy bottom step… to the agonisingly close and creaky top step of the stairs.

But it’s soon after those footsteps stop, after the deathly silence they create, when something that sounds as light as a balloon, and travelling in the unnatural breeze of the night; bumps innocently light, then mysteriously heavier (again and again) onto the exposed floorboards of the landing.

Luke (the younger ) suddenly remembers that in the most recent past, he had found ‘the landing’ very confusing, because nothing that he was aware of… until now, had ever landed there.

Exit, Entrance to Exit

The whites of her eyes trembled like approaching dual headlights in heat-haze.

Each pinkly foot all a blur; cradled loosely by a pair of slip on cups; adjoined by two nonsynchronous shotguns; lock and loading; firing her across the nightclubs remix of slip and adhesion.

Her slight outline; disappearing/reappearing; a visual offbeat to the paparazzi furore that follow her with discord; some giddy travel through extra-terrestrial lights of seizure.

To a close country border,

Fire doors! she cried, unlikely to be heard… or in thought.

Now here is the swing and hinged odds; potholed by scattered youth with inebriated limbs; blotted by dazed fireflies that danced in the smokes.

Surrendering to official air, the same air that blows your sweat gently across your neck into deltas on your chest, only reminiscent… to be felt.

When gravity falters, this Mother Earth is momentarily off her axis.

Her daughter follows one snaking line of shy neon; in and out of sight, forever smaller, staccato, in black, can paranoid be the night?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lets Talk About the Weather

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Let’s talk about the weather.

Let’s lay in bed slightly longer, and nearer together.

Hello, how are you?

Let’s talk about the weather.

Let’s decorate the house in pleasure.

I’m just fine thank-you!

Let’s talk about the weather.

Let’s be blind to age and be young forever.

And how are you?

Let’s talk about the weather.

Let’s plan our holidays and remember the last endeavour.

I am good… thank-you!