Turquoise Monster

Turgid fire Strikes Lethargy Pulling Down To a soft Demise Melting ice Sublimed To steam Obliterating With liquid Slow flame

Insomnia has furnished me with a poem It banged in my skull Preventing sleep Until the pen I took in hand Hammering words to the page Creative upholstery On a word wood frame A poem has furnished me with insomnia

Potential thickens the air As much as pollutants in water vapour Choking us all in humility As another war is fought Out of sight Unknown to our media eyes The bodies mount and maggots spew Into the night eating dreams Of a tomorrow that may now Never be

There was a tower within the tower fractal within Models without Nested ideas Realities bloom Stars seen Astronomy folly Lonely on the hill Waiting Pregnant with itself Do you Paint, drawn, write Explore? There was a tower within a tower Modelled in the tower and so on and on Outside a sheep bleats And the […]

The Winter Depths (First published on Blue Monster) The cold freezes the air to solid form, coating the branches of the trees, starting from the smallest twig which become heavy under the white crystals. The night draws on and the day seems murky and insincere and then sometimes to have happened not at all. The […]

The Landscape is fetid Pastules rise from the ground Pulsing with sickly green I avoid them Skipping on stockinged feet Stripy and saggy Toe elongate A large witches hat Looms as a cathedral On the horizon before me Purple velvet The pile deep and luxuriant The tip a spire Reaching to a sky of pink […]

It wondered why the others stayed so far away Why it was always it and itself and no-one else Sitting at right angles to all the others Their tentacles wafting and touching and dancing Whilst it sat alone in the cold currents Filled with the dregs they had left from feastings And the shit they […]

language: an incomplete version of mind reading leading to great innovation communal thinking or big blundering miss understandings across generations and peoples

Golden wings Tipped with adamantian blades Swift or lingering It maybe death Brought upon these wings Sad eyes and splendour lips Seek you Betrayer Self lamentor Hunter of untruth Your blade will splatter Metallic wings That you called into existence Pulled from the ethos of ego All they want is to swim in the dark […]

Dark stranded waves Rushing the shore Pummeling the within… without Scouring with painful abrasion On and on Little bits of grit Wearing you down A fragment of life at a time