Bad days

run in packs

Lopping easy strides
through the light foliage
of your life

Dogging heels
following scent trails

Spreading out in loose formation
arcing around
to surround

And when
you are exhausted
crazed with fear and pain
and gasping
on trembling legs

They take you down

with barely a sound

Clearly Obscured

I had you

caught in the moment

between sunrise

and when my fucked up eyes could

open to allow the morning in

once again.

Hell is a sparrow

tumbling from the branch

feathers

can not break the fall

Wings will not bring saviours

hymns and harps

the eternal host

a hand to land upon

Bones are brittle

hollowed by the men with pipes

and illustrations of

the past

winding into their eyes

I had you

encased in amber

a millennium passing

in the press of a kiss

Tomorrow is a chick

mouth agape

impatient

for succour

as we strived to reach the nest

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There is no one here now
the dream
the thought
the sea scented impressions
I have left on your flesh
are
drying and fading


My life is a husk,
the dead shell of being
where once the sweet juice
would rouge my lips with existence.

Empty is not the end
it does not contain the finality
of completion
just the echo and yearning
for what was

There is no one here now
long gone
I have taken my words
my soul calling
sky falling
and tucked them into
the sun

Given
something for everyone
but me

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The strains of piano
drawn over weeping

Your fingers
running
the dance of song
thin and delicate
they press
to caress the keys
into acquiescence

Each note hovers
a quavering question

You draw the limp day into sound
raise the fronds of what was once
and should now be

And
I will unwind in forgetting
a fallen leaf
soaring on the song
swirling random design

A fae breeze to lift
and release

seasons caught in the sun on your hair
reasons left far behind
in the arguments we almost gave voice
but then
defused with the snuffing crush of our fingers

Linking into skin and eyes
sinking beneath resistances
to seek
solace in harmonies

Sing with me
the chorus of caress
the song of flesh

You have tapped the last note
to float towards me
in the suggestion of

yes

These will be my days of stone


Unmake me
and recreate me
in the shape of a Menhir

Let me stand
alone for ten thousand years
so that I may learn love

Tales to tell

And it came to pass the earth could not take the abuse any longer, her soil
was dry and dying, her flora, wilted and disappearing, her fauna, missing in action.

For fifty years, she toiled, to shape an emissary, one who would embody all the attributes
of the world, her magic was still strong, although each indignity man perpetrated upon her
diminished her a little more each day, she had gathered magic over the course of a billion
years and she wielded it now, in blazing trails of crimson fire, she gave the Scout as she called him, arms hewn from the sun, in surging tendrils of aquamarine, she gave him legs which danced like the tides, in alabaster delicately applied touches, she gave him the skin of the sky, white of cloud, white of eternity, white of no-more-tomorrows.

When she was done, she lay down naked beside him, and kiss-hushed her stories into the shallow curve of his ear, she told him all of her history, the time of fire, when volcanoes ruled and she spat fire and flame and lava miles into the sky, the glorious burning of youth raging through her, she set fire to the air and burst apart, bubbled and grew, receded and cooled.

She told him of the time of the reptiles, how they ravaged her with their endless hungers, and how they died in a single week of destruction when the sky sent a rock hurtling into her, hurting her deeply, slaying her for a time.

She told him of the rise of man, a slowly growing menace, who simply forgot who she was, and how much he needed her.

And when she was done, the Scout rose and slowly ascended to the surface.

Pausing Continued

There’s a stone in my mind
speaking of prophecies

patient with my rage
calm beneath the surge of negations

I want and want and want

inviolate
impotent
distilling the pure alcohol
of self rejection

my stone
turns wine into water

And when I'm speaking in
the twisting tongues of what-if

my stone
wedges in my throat

Silence
in the weight of a rock
no air escapes
no words escape

and I pause

Picture me somewhere

Picture me somewhere

Lip syncing to life
my mouth
shaping responses to unasked questions

I'm ok
truly
a seer
steeped in the serendipity
of simplistic requirements
going above but never beyond

I hear you
when you call out
across the verdant pastures of otherwise
a voice carried to me
nestled within the wings
of a white bird

I can pick out your sound
over the hum
a succinctly pitched cry

To bring weeping softly days

to raise eyes skyward
seeking purchase on the slickened sides
of tomorrows uncertain decisions

to make me pause.....

Something Beautiful

I'm writing something beautiful for you

It's the only thing I have to give


It does not come so easily
these days

the words are shy and try to turn back
as I draw them to my fingers

The cat is scratching at the door
a tabby paw
shooting through the gap underneath
and retreating just as fast

She loves me
though her love is fleeting
and given to leaving at a moments notice

That branch I have not trimmed
the oak
is brushing against the window
sliding out erratic notes of life song
upon the glass
delicate the sound
a chiming
keeping time to my typing

The phone will not ring tonight
no one will chance to switch
on the naked bulb
swinging above me
the dark coils within the pc hum
and I am numb
a place where heat and cold
fold into themselves and touch me not

I was hoping to write you the sun
all brimming light and rays
to fill the days you have not seen

But tonight
I have only soft silent patience
a mauve scented lavender rhyme
a fractured way of keeping time
with my heart
the simple beat
endless and familiar

urging the words to surge through me
to you

find you where ever you are
reach you and beseech you
to feel me

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I hear

only what I want to hear

And I still hear you

not this nothing
this burst of still
which surges across me

I hear existence continued
the
in and ex of breath

I hear blood
and the strumming of your heart song

I hear you

not this senseless space created by dark
matter
where no light will shine

I hear
laughter and light
and the way you could make me smile
on tough days

I will keep listening
beyond the dirt piled high upon you
press my face to the soil
and wait for words
for the
in and ex of breath

for sound

your sound
the uniqueness of your essence
as it washes over me


Take your silence away
I have no use for quiet
fill me with song and sound
and your days and your past
and you and you and you.

We did not say goodbye

The answering machine
whined softly as I left a message
hanging in your lounge room

Just seeing how you are,
when your feeling up to it,
give me a ring

But you didn’t feel up to it did you?

As your body
shut up shop
putting thick texta signs in all
the windows
closing down

God pressed his burning lips
against the soft curve of your ear
and spoke the words

Board up the doorways
empty the shelves
disconnect the phones
you are coming home

Turn the open sign inwards
peel the stickers away
let dust gather on the stools
and counters
let magazines
and letters clutter
just inside the entrance
shoved beneath the door

And he took you
before I could say anything

Today
is a black rainbow
embracing embered skies

No pot of gold awaits

only the place you stood

inside me

bereft

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You are startled by conversation
a leaping deer nimble
over pit-traps
and pauses

The ink has not dried
on the past
we smudge the edges of yesterday
with a careless hand
blurring the truth
to more a more acceptable
script of quasi bullshit


Husks of days
swirling beneath your bare feet
the softcrunch
as each is flattened to make
a pathway

Tread lightly love
lest you crush the morning
I had promised

I am more careful these days
less inclined to gleam unrestrained
I have retrained my aura
to shimmer subdued

Poetry ~ Lure

Spin shine

refractions
catch the sun
then release

as we were

I will send this line
this twisting shimmer
to dance cavort
upon you

You are so still
this early
only the gentle lapping
of your hands against me

I can sit and talk for hours
as you swirl beneath the
idle circles of my bare feet
within you

Entice to dive

A depthless dark
of dreaming awaits

Your breath
will be sweet clear
a caress
clinging moss and
slickened rocks
to pull me down

I will fill with
crystal clarity
I know

and we can reinvent still
together
save the endless lap
of your hands