A humming bird is the girl
Flitting from group to group
Stopping to drink but never her fill
A satallite is the girl
Orbiting around them all
Around and around but never to land
A firework is the girl
Waiting benign to explode
Contained potential but never lit
A dragon is the girl
Ferrocious in imagination
Tamed in the light never to fly
My dreams that where
Have all but shattered
Time alone would make them scatter
Within my mind you may find
Nothing but reflections mask
Deep within some repetitive task
Over and over
Learning the emotion pain
Express it or go insane
Legs dragging like rubber lumps
Stumps of trees used to bluggen
Liquid treacle air
Beware the morning song
Echos of dreams and future lies
A moment – such a moment
Such a dream
Scream light blossoms
Crustal liquid move
Nothing but for now
Me, you, them, us
All swirling thoughts
All memories of it all
Washed away
Dank drink binging life
Drowning in the under tow
Throttling the night
The gloom of the sky
Knotted hope of the forever life
Society wields a lobotomising blade
Severing self from self
Pushing into isolated darkness
That which needs the light
Hiding away arbitrary bits
For religion
For the state
For the neighbours
Society self lobotomising
Society self cannibalising
Swallowing their victims whole
Victims turned to automatons
Living flesh – the machine
Ordered and obeying
Self lobotomising, self cannibalising mind
Slowly the self dies
Leaving societal drones
In a stagnating nation
Whisper whisper shimmer bright
Glitter glitter sparkling light
Shiver shiver in the night
Glimmer glimmer hope or flight?
Bitter bitter lost in sight
Figure figure hold on tight
snigger snigger what is might?
Flitter flitter a new plight
Gobble gobble too few bites
Struggle struggle through the blight
Climbing up
Falling down
Wondering when I’ll hit the ground
Emotions spinning me around
I walk numbly through this town
Wondering if…
I scream right now
Would my need just rebound
For I am not heaven bound
So would the angels hear the sound?
Cos there’s a secret I have found
I’m Hell’s Queen
I wear the crown
Multicoloured multitude
Thronging past the window
Burdened with the gifts of consumerism
A force like a tide of poisonous algea
Swarming up and blooming toxic
The concrete street a river of your own detritus
The homeless shifted pebbles to another store
I hate you
And am part of you
Sipping coffee
With my bags of impulse buys
The greyness of the air
Drains the colours from you
Leaving a bland blanket of humanity
Treading across a desert of your own creation
Immerse the mind in all things
And watch them feed each other
Growing knowledge
Ideas forming crystal structures
Spreading out from many cores
Little tresses growing together
Branches and roots entwined
Art feeds the science
And the science feeds the art
Seperate entities that touch
As distinct as the sexes
Spawning either or with traces of both
A kaleidoscope of changing inspiration
Twisting technology fund our dreams
And our nightmares too
Sadly I did not make any of my November or December poetry readings and performances – this has been due to an emergency stay in hospital which I obviously did not foresee – I am very sorry to those who were expecting me but I think we managed to message all the organisers and let them know what was happening.
It did result in raw poetry – it was a miscarriage so due warning – you can read the poetry on my personal blog – it maybe a while before it is posted on here:
They are controversial in an unconventional way
By thinking original thoughts
In a world where ideas are prescribed
And deviation from the norm is social kamakasi
Sweet radical
Isolated through their own violation of law
Bewildered by antagonism
Over innovation
Their beautiful minds
Connecting what is obvious
Only after their engineering stoke
They fail to see the ordinary
And explore it’s extra-ordinary side
Unaware if the miss fits they are and why
Or swamp in loathing
Thinking they are the broken ones