Turquoise Monster

Two worlds – pearls side by side Identical, intricate and beautiful One lacks crime The other spice

Heavy bruise horizon Dripping blood Of solders trapped in time Skitting through the world Bashing out brains To decorate the pavement Again and again and again

Fresh packed anger Leaves no air For seedlings of life To grow And so their roots Rot in festering waters Of hope blighted By disappointment – Compost to the Mushrooms of hate Blooming on the grave Of love Buried 6ft deep Beneath fresh packed anger The cycle repeats

Consuming mudslide of the detritus of mind Slipping as slurry down this fractured slope of soul Towing objects battered in the turbulence of heart Depositing a load of SHIT in the terminal moraine of me

Ice blistered lips singing in praise of the heat Hoping for a tomorrow different from today The sameness of opposites, the co-evolution of extremes Unknown to them – Just as well really – Let them dream Unknowing of sun blistered lips singing in praise of the cold