working it out

Sometimes

We cannot talk fast enough to escape
sometimes
we do.



We flow with words
lips move
sound emits
an articulation
divesting us of self
and offering the sacrifice
of giving.


The language shifts and morphs
leaping in nimble jumps from tongue
to air

to ears


I give freely
of thought
a dissolving phonic
rising as a lilt
falling to earth
a word rain
pattering without clatter
to the soft ground
and soaking in.

My mouth speaks the earth
in loam and deep tones
shaping rocks and the trunks of trees
between my teeth

Deftly
then
when we speak
an exchange is made
a trade of concept
no haggling on a grime street corner
the transaction is pure
unsullied with compromise
the words come forth
pass each other between us
to land upon cheek
splash into eye
or
kiss a trembling lip.

Speak then

and let us become

Untitled

I handed you
a swift of silk

to weave me a day


You came to me
later
with a night
wrought of amaranthine

Together
we colour each other
deepest
evening

News at six

And this report just to hand

There appears to have been
a major emotional train wreck

Details at this stage are sketchy
but sadly
children are believed to be among
the victims.

Initial reports suggest
the engine which drove the whole thing
decoupled from the rest
and plunged over a bridge
falling hopelessly into a
bottomless crevasse of failure

The rest of the train
is coasting slowly to a halt
edging closer and closer

to a complete stand still

We will update as more information
becomes available

I have found the answer to creative blanks


Drink far too much wine in the middle of
the week
wake up with a hair ball
the size of a panther
rollicking around in your mouth
dancing over lips
leaping from tooth to tooth
batting at the dangly thing
in the back of your throat

in playful abandon

He held

cinders of the sun

on the tip of his tongue

the taste of light

enticing

Making me real

Our days are tiny poems
winding around the
curve of morning.

I am writing you
constantly noting down
the way your face
lilts when you laugh
rhyming your smile
so I can remember it easily.

We gather secrets
so we can
write them on river stones
to toss mid stream
then watch the ripples
bring them back to us
reflecting truth
in the shimmering wavelets.


When your back is turned
I scrawl myself upon your neck

my name

over and over
a litany of me

on you

till you are more than my story

my aching fable

more than the sum of
fumbling words.



My fingers
create strophes
upon you
and
your skin
sings me out

in poem song.

You make me thrum

a guitar string

strummed

to resonate for hours

an echo following you to the car






I feel my blood

hum

as it runs after

the exhaust plume

you leave behind.

When I sleep

you come to
make love
to my ghosts

I stir

as the air splits
and writhes

wraiths
line up
to take you

I cannot wake up


its not me
you look for

as you draw us down