blue coffee cup

A blue coffee cup sits on my desk, pale and solid. In its emptiness, its hollow white insides, there are marks of what has been but has now gone. A pattern of coffee stain like ripples of sand on the beach after the tide has departed. Like dried up rain on a dirty window which leaves streaks of unwashed darkness. Like tears of mascara on the face of a heart torn girl, she tissue dabs but the traces of her misery remain pale and solid.

Sparkle Burn

Sparkle burn its not your turn to take from me whats not to give. fizzle heat it not your treat to give to me whats not to eat. pattern golden hearer I sit with nothing much but a wrist of glittered finger tips. just think of the gifts drowsing in the jugs of metabolic glut pots and rotten girls drink the plugs out of sinks in the public rooms. so live for the sizzle the concrete pink rake the lantern is held high and light is on the brink of moaning. In the pit of your arm the wave of a bonfire treat the light orange in the darkness and you write your name in the block with the brightness of a sparkle burn

Asphyxia Smoke

Asphyxia smokes clouds my head and the words I have spoken are heavy with a smell of tobacco and ash. lost thoughts head up and above me in rings of grey matter holding on to the spattered cells of oxygen light blood that travels slowly without much pressure until floating on it spoils the ceiling in a nicotine yellow patch of aftermath. beyond all this there is a hope of forgiveness for the grief and the bad bad smell. the cost of it all is in pounds and life and the shivering goose bumps of winter months standing outside after the ban. but now in the summer is the time to stop the smoke asphyxiation with full brain mental concentration I will be strong and win through. I will emerge from the cords that drown me in inoculating grey thick treacle lung blanket will be cleaned away after I've read my book on how to give up smoking the sassy way.

blackberry oil slick

blackberry oil slick running for a dream lick after going home in the room of the thrown prick my finger needle sewn the garment ornamental drones a pressure from the battle real a trickle into lingered bloom the real lover ankle move in rocking motion jointed groove and outburst of the blinding trick a darkness of your oil slick

Metronome Tomato

seed seed seed seed seed seed seed seed
cover cover cover cover
wet sun wet sun wet sun wet sun
shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot
sprout sprout sprout sprout leaf leaf leaf leaf
bud bud bud bud bud bud bud bud
flower flower flower flower
grows grows grows grows grows
green green green green yellow yellow
orange orange red red red red
red red red red red red red red
ripe ripe ripe ripe pick hold pick hold
slice sweet slice sweet slice sweet slice sweet
wet seeds red heart eat eat eat eat

Fireflies Twinkle

fireflies twinkle as we walk a dirt road, dust kicks up as you scrape your feet, too hot to lift them in the day, too lazy to pick them up as the sun goes down and and evening begins. I see them in the unlit space; this place, a lake view that was and is gone, now bush and rubbish discarded by your neighbours, and you, left piling stinking rotten until someone sets fire to a pile and sends ash skywards; dry heat into the humidity and as the sun goes down the embers twinkle and the last of the fire flies.

thought becomes language

thought becomes language through a process of willing
communication.  An image in your head says to you to tell
someone what you think.  The person you tell might not want
to know.  but you want them to know
so you turn your idea into words.
The words of your language
might be misunderstood,
misinterpreted
or misleading
if you have not translated your thought
into the correct language or a logical order of words
which are in themselves known well enough and understood
by the other participant.
There are cultural differences
and universal awarenesses
which you will need to include in your method
before you are heard or your words are read
in a bed of thought there are links
made across the brain which can be strengthened
by repeated use but if not used will diminish
to less than a shadow
of what you thought you knew.  Here you must decide
if the thought you are communicating is strong
or only a shadow.  if it is a shadow then ask yourself this;
do you even know what it is that you want to say?

cherry lady bugs

cherry lady bugs petal fettle the night light hugs the raping of kettle boiling steam and a gentle rightly jolting brought their the giggled sing of the ringlet spring a hand of the farther width a foot are the burgles dogs and bangles are floating in the mid of knights armed forces a vein of sheltered no one vein a little Boas of covered freckles and a watering can in the table flocks away to w the vanity angle a petty badly big crack on the water bow of the froth goes for wad and backward and froths mistily in the jolting dogged broom handle a clouded fog smugs lug in the brown day a sharp cottony wool of cellophane protection in my cherry lady bug

graffiti shining

graffiti shining in the darkness of night and abscess of day and absented Modesty and cliff edge decay will still be strong to hold the chains to bind a maiden princess here the sea monster approaches and wrongs will be righted after a great Greek mythological story will twinkle in the glittered darkness and disappear in the bright of say when the sun and her companions sine brightly and lift the senses to the flocking gulls who swift the sky wind from breeches to breeze and sleazy lusty curving arms around her drifting through her misting waves on waves and savours save the coil of undreamed the ruler of men

ice water kisses

ice water kisses
freeze upon my lips
and numb my heat
ice water kisses cool
upon my lips
and melting drips
trickle ripple onto my tongue
a young taste of cold satisfaction
ice water kisses
smudge a mark of balmy lips
like a finger print
the lines melt
onto the rim of a glass
of ice water kisses

shimmer exhaust

shimmer exhaust fumes in the humid air waving vision like an apparition a mirage of directions that I think i have a choice of where I head and can decide to leave my here and travel to now but how can I travel in a healthy way when the dirt filled air the fume fogged breeze breaths into my lungs and clogs my chest later I feel the need to rest and rest and cough ugly glob throbs spit and sneeze a tightened wheeze a running nose and tenderness grows through the smog a glimmer of hope.

Scrap

A torn shred of paper
with your number on
I let it fall, into the bin

Pulling hair and scratching
skin I fight but know
I will not win

Toss aside the rusted
iron the bed-end post
the shattered spoiler

Delete the words
that I have written
start over, from the top

Stick with glue the glossy
pictures from magazines
a book of memories

Applique and sew a quilted
cover to snuggle under
from fabrics we once wore

Corral

Corral scraped my foot and cut me with its grey surface of dead colour, pinks and tangerines once there are matted with a lifeless hue of granite, graphite. Hues of blues and turquoise dancing waters ripples over faded gold and gone now into darkened depths are the stories that these creatures told. Pitted like the surface of the moon, craters rutted raped of grace, and any thread of life there was which scattered tangents of arcing light and sparkled glory to my sight has dulled through touch and tourists treading there. Crimson slices on soles now bare the mark of death that once was life.

Rapture eggshell

Rapture eggshell repugnant smell
of sulphur red headed stick thin
single without double chin.
Capture redundant hell of
wordless useless unnamed blues-days
losing count of calendar crosses.
Aperture on my shutter fast
spring cast faultless bowls of stir fried
chicks wingless flight tossed in a wok.
Nature for the untimely air
the rotten leaves heady misted
rains mingle mud-scent in my nose.
Nurture your daughter she is having
nightmares within the life you are
killing ticks on the vodka clock.

Woven

Woven threads of memory heads dozens of happenings before we are dead bewitched in the window of refracted light the reflections of what's wrong or right the question of the biggest answer the movement of a static dancer the gravitated pause of hover a stilted breeze a whispered breath a repugnant perfume drifting over the sky line a fragrance that can intertwine with braided plaited cross stitched hairs resembled dozing of sleeping scares a wedded hitch a knotted thought a rejected reaction of what's long, or tight, the answer to the biggest question the stillness of a romantic chancer a masticated nauseated offer jilted wheezing weft.

Glitter Heat

Glitter heat springs under feet
sparkled concrete slabs
like scattered jewels
shattered gems in littered streets
broken glass from last nights
party-dash vomit splashes
the paving corners like Pollock's
canvas, guttsy colours spew
and drip from dribbled dabbled chins
for all to view in re-born morning
dew day squares itself to face
an audience of non-believers
unforgivers whilst crusted livers
languish unaware in their messed up
beds of red-wine hue
the streets they paint
an unbecoming portrait of your youth
ever binging on sponging white
sweet seeded buns and minced entrails
of battery cow gorging on
yeasted love and forging bonds
and feasting wrongs their chanting
songs scatter and slash upon sleeping
weeping walls and tower blocks
of party frocks drunken ranting
rambling fumbling in narrow alleys
and dim-lit doorways
stilted life of future pairs
and looked upon by closed eye stares

River Engulfed

River engulfed me brought me down
through bubbles sodden with water drenched
holding stench and weeded failings
drowned my thoughts until
they sheltered me in troubles
wrenched from long past
seeded small those memories grew
the reminiscent thoughts of you
which crowded current waves
of new and splashed their lashings
round my eyes then nothing
new could then surprise
the frown that wrinkled on my brow
like fingers long in washing tub
those staying longer than a rub
and dehydrate at last
the turbulence of past.

Rat Casement

rat casement
crowded basement
crusted musted hoard misplacement
scuttled by a lullaby that drifts
inside your need to pry
the lace of wasted cobwebs lifts
inside the breeze of whisper-cry
places filled with ground down rust
the spaces where you moved are cased in dust

Mildew Stalker

Mildew Stalker, lazy day time walker the song of all the tellering and thinking gossipy bring the fingerling earthling ring, the heckle to the hiding Hiding the binding foot brocade the steps you never made as you were lifted up without your shoes with bended toes and passion throws you limp your thoughts despite your oxen who showers you with admiration became he has a foot fascination. Fascination of some duration on going song to sing the ring time pattern rhyme all on time to kill my mime the pointed prose of daffodils and tulips mouths say oh and oh and sway to the breeze bringing bottle up dreams of the helicopter's blades in the grass of days.

Oppression River

Impression river, depression shimmering in the light that is falling form the purple bad blue night drowsing in the sky of offerings that colds may advance and skipping by they light the way for gulls sleeping mews and soft is the sound of the distills blues, they sing it here where the yachts tinkle in the wind the breeze is their backing and they sough through the boughs of the bouts bows and rigs