
Some days, I’ve inhaled boulders,
Expelled sand-dunes at every breath,
Created desserts full of anagrams,
Formed beaches; of enormous breadth.

Some days, I’ve inhaled boulders,
Expelled sand-dunes at every breath,
Created desserts full of anagrams,
Formed beaches; of enormous breadth.

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
–

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.
Losing my grip now,
and so gravity ensures
my future’s prescribed.
Gently tumbling;
prolonging,
buoyant;
like a fleck of fresh dust.
How structure and design
now discards me;
to unearth odd ceilings;
calmly engage my feet;
on hovering,
flirtatious,
ground.
While some of us are thinking about it, some are actually doing it, and those who are doing it are usually telling me all about it. By all accounts, there great at it too! And feeling greater about it, every… single… day!
Honestly, I’m over the moon for you, I truly am… warms my cockles… no end. But, In my thinking… and trust me I’ve had the time too (about what it is you’re great at doing), I have got to say, that I’ve decided I would be so much… much, better than you! Even if I wanted to do it, but I don’t even need to, (I’m actually laughing in my mind), I haven’t even thought to try it… unbelievable!
So, just in case you’re thinking about telling me all about it… again! Don’t bother because I won’t be listening from now on, I’ll just be… thinking about… me! Maybe not trying it, deciding not to do it… again!
Thanks for listening.
All thanks to a lens in your eyes,
when the sun outlines the horizon.
A sunset: no different to a sunrise,
just something to keep your eyes on.
When it’s all too much or you just can’t stick it,
And your impulse is to refuse.
But what if this is a trick, can it be too late?
Now… how funny is this? Or so cruel,
How strange; repulsively-beautiful.
But right now you can’t explain; you can’t begin to try!
Because…
At least one of us is the same; you feel better now —
Finding found… Goodbye!
Do you see what I hear?
Because I can hear you looking,
And I can feel your influence upon me.
Goddamn it! Unknown…
Make yourself known!
Sometimes —
In a world full of sirens and
clatter,
a perfectly timed silence,
that pause in the chatter,
speak louder
than those injected sounds of
violence.