May 18, 2014 § Leave a comment
They glued your feet down
and you became a postbox.
They hoisted you on to the fence
screwed you in
made you a pedimental feature.
all snarling teeth
and panda paws,
a spike shooting from your skull
icing brain surging from the wound.
They helped you install a state of the art kitchen
where they cooked food that reminded them
before someone mistook you for a carrot
and chopped off your head.
They lashed your wailing face
against the rocks
in your mother’s sea
because it would take too long
Most pass by,
but some stop
to pet the dead cat
you have become
and the letters never arrive on time.
January 15, 2014 § 1 Comment
the moon is cold on my fingertips
like an icy bathroom
when the steam shower is turned off
and all that’s left are
chubby clouds of condensation
finding mirrors to cover
in a silk veil of frost.
the moon is cold on my fingertips,
as I touch the window between us,
letting my blood-heat
warm the glass
a lick from the air,
a rain drop from no-where.
January 10, 2014 § Leave a comment
December 16, 2013 § Leave a comment
December 4, 2013 § Leave a comment
Tomorrow everything will begin again
duvets will give birth
skin daisy-print fresh,
to a day wiped clean
like a mother pushing a damp cloth
around a sticky child’s cheeks.
The dotted stars
promise purity is near
and with a breath
we are crowned by flames
that paint a fresh aura
around each blade of grass
sliding softly in it’s sky arc
pulling away savoured minutes
from weary arms.
But now dark bathes eyelids
with whispers of what is to come
carried on night’s heavy breath.
Tomorrow, everything will begin again.
November 8, 2013 § 1 Comment
October 22, 2013 § Leave a comment
The sea wind drowns out their shouts quickly.
The waves crash around my ears and soon I forget that they had even been screaming at me.
They had been shouting “what are you doing?” which is a stupid question, really. I thought it was obvious when
I stood up,
walked straight into the ocean
and started swimming towards the horizon with all my might
that I was swimming away from them.
Did they really expect me to turn around and explain it to them?
Explain that it is all their fault?
Well it is too late now, they are tiny dots, little blurs on the sand, feet crashing into the waves as they throw their arms in the air, empting lungs into the wind.
That’s what I would see if I could turn around, but I can’t. I need to keep going forwards.
Kick, kick, kick.
Kick them all away.