SUNDAY MOURNING

Walking the desolate streets
To this dead beat,
North bound
Towards the sea
To drown out this indecorous sound
Your voice,
Like toxic waste
Spreads across the surface
And with the tremor of a bleak wind
Spreads like an oil leak.

NAKED

Make no mistake,
This is about you
And how you grew over my life
Like mould,
Spread to the core and damaged my soul
Rotted the whole of my heart,
Make no mistake
This is about you
And how from the start
Fine white threads
Of lies were woven
Through and across me
By you
Covering the good in me
Covered entirely in you
Until disposable,
Make no mistake
This is about you
And how you seeped deeper
Than the appearance of sunken eyes
Hollow cheek bones
The shallow dent between the collar bone
And the space created below the rib cage
When inhaling.

CLIPPED WINGS

She landed and another one took off,
dragging white stuff through the sky
that looked like fluff, evaporating, gone, puff.
Smoke
She was flying through the air,
a nervous breath held here and there
and now her feet are firmly on the ground
but this other one came down differently,
from dizzy heights
ear popping sound, puff,
Smoke
She could just as easily have been on that flight.

FLOCK

He walks the same route home everyday, walks everywhere in fact. Even in his dreams he walks, walks right over that cliff. He hasn't walked his dog in a few days. Notice how people just walk right past him. Notice how he walks with his head down, as if the beauty of the sky is mirrored somewhere beneath his feet. He walks deliberately and precisely, with the determination of someone with a definite and important destination. Destination unknown. He could walk for hours and often did and if you were to ask him what he had noticed on his travels he could describe art, recite the feel and movement of pavements like they were poetry. But he didn't talk as much as he walked and his steps were often all you heard.

MASSACRE

Her words cut like glass,
Like the brass end of a nail she's
hammered in
And I'm cowering inwards from this
pernicious onslaught
That can't be fought off,
My heart flinches
Misses a beat
And she cringes
At my pathetic state
A string of curses
And she seals my fate.

END OF

If they're looking for me,

tell them I'm on the steps
the ones that lead to you know where

waiting,
if they ask what I'm waiting for
tell them 2013.

BATTLE ROYALE

Burst

Everything scatters,

Like glass particles, shards all over the floor

Be careful where you walk -

This is her grief dripping down the walls,

This is her guilt pooling on the carpet, sinking,

A stain will remain.

Farthest in the corner her conscience clings

To things, to stay alive,

Her temper springs, tries but doesn't survive,

Fear is desperate to be revived

Her shame cowers and hides,

She swallows her pride

Wiping sick from the corners of her mouth

She stammers, purged.

ROOTS MANEUVER

Where did you stem from?
Look how you've grown,
and blossomed into something
rather exotic looking
forgive me for looking.
I feel like birds could rest on

your shoulders or hair

and it wouldn't look odd

or out of place

and rivers run through you

still rivers, bright and clear

reflecting a newly rolled out 

morning sky

cerculean and glorious.

And those lean legs 

could walk through an Amazon forest

and not look out of place

with their length and strength

a panthers prowl

and I'm seduced by those swaying hips

Goddam those lips.