Turquoise Monster

The feather floated down from the bird
It was made of sugar spun
Soft and sweet
Such feathers covered a body of chocolate
On feet of cake
A bird who built the nest
Who hatched from the egg
That the easter bunny laid

The bird sat next to puppies of sour dough
Sustainance to kids so sick
becoming healthy with medicines hospitals made
Beds strewn with flowers of pink
Candy shades of pills
Tablets the colour of sea side rock
And drips of sweat and salt
And blood

The children waited with sore eyes and missing limbs
Waited for treats
And stories to kill the time of boredom
Not knowing to fear that they could have been the killed
But suspecting something

Mary and Jean’s room is such a mess
You can’t see the floor
As they have so many toys
Toys they have galore!
There are teddies, dollies
cars and trains
and don’t forget the spacecraft
and the planes!

There’s coloured blocks
buried beneath bar sheep socks
And Jean’s collection of interesting rocks
There are soft blankets to snug
Iridescent glow in the dark slugs
Dragons and monsters and more
All stuck as stickers upon the door
Plus a papier mache castle – cor!

There are dinosaurs and tigers,
butterflies and flowers
Dress up cloaks to give them super powers
A clock with brightly coloured cogs
Floppy cuddly big eared dogs
Not to mention the jumping frogs
The scattered board games
And a computer that has been tamed
A picture of a black bird framed on the wall
Books full of adventures cascade
And then as the day light fads
Two explorers find sleep hard to evade
Curled up in dozy dreams
Within a time machine
Made of blankets and bunk bed beams
It’s time for snoozing and some epic dreams!

Dark rhythm beat pound
Star pin wheel
Dizzying array
Intoxication life
Pollute interllect
Burning thought
Myred grave
Sick stomache
Slosh of pain
Icy dread
Rememberance
Sinking to the marrow
Spun silk thread
Stregthen fragile form
Echo of grace

Little blisters of atmosphere
Litter the hillside
Coloured flowers
Of festival field
Flutter in breeze
Banner bright
Storm lit trees
Rain soaked vibrance
Sun and cloud
Bubbles arising
Liquid dreams
An offering to the sky
A rainbow arch
Fixing memories
To the minds eye

Fairy taodstalls by the bar
Science in the big top
Mice appearing from top hats
Flowered head garlands
And silk head scarfs
A face painted tiger in pink
Called Jean
With monster feet
And fluffy luminous tail
Poetry
And pompom sheep
Ageing cyber hippies
Playing pre-punk goldies
Drum circle pounding
Of an ice-cream filled 6 yr old
Vegan curry consumed
in a dedowin tent
Toddlier with fresh festy wellies
Falls in the mud
Grinning from ear to ear
Asks for milk and settles to the soothing tones
Of the Cadbury Sisters
Pizza and a late drive home

The smell of wood vanish and plimsol rubber
in the slanted sunlight
The school hall a glow
Cross legged and ego we waited
as an old old lady
wrinkled and furry soft
A grandmother like nanny and granny
Weary flat stretched grey shoes
and floral print dress
Hair curled in a white candy floss suasauges
She is helped to the seat
We look at stockings shear and rumpled
As she tells her tale
The ends of her life meet in us
Old as a great gran
Telling of the babe she was
Younger than my brother
being potty trained at home
Its a story we all sort of know
Ice and pride
A ship set upon the tragic path
There’s a song we sing about it
“and the boat goes to the bottom”
Over and over the peril
of a decission chain
She etched into our minds
We know of the families trapped below
Of life boats half full
And an SOS too young to be known
We sit in the old lady’s thrall
She’s not the money – not the toffs
She’s from Dagenham where my uncle fixes vans
She survived passed hand over hand
Crying into the boat
She tells of the fear all children know
Her Daddy was left behind
There was no room for him
The Titanic so long a go
Made vivid in our minds
We feel in our hearts the tears
That she must have cried
Our granny titanic
One of the few to survive.

7 billion minds encoding the rhthym of life
7 billion awarenesses all wired roughly along the same lines
7 billion idea sharers, pattern seeking minds that search
7 billion lives beautifully unique
7 billion hearts to feel, love… hate
7 billion hungers – some needs, some wants
7 billion people
1 is me – another is you
7 billion potential soar
A sea of blinding thought
Carrying the wave of intent
Now to space, now to the deeps
Or to carry us out of the existence
Singularity is coming
Racing on the crest of population expansion

The gentleman sits
in the lovely lit corner
of the too expensive cafe
Older is he
silver sleek
with hand tailored suit
sharp at the creases
Reading the news paper
exuding an old Englishness
He raises his manicured nail
and pushes it firmly up his nose
Rooting around
He extracts
with surgical precision
a crisp jewel
The boogie catches the light
from a tiffany lamp
It is transparent
like a bubble
of weak green amber
Twisting his pale lips in surprise
he flicks his eyes from side to side
Shrugs at the lack of witnesses
and neatly places it snug in his pocket.

Each story has been told
So many times
A thousand fold

Some have twists
Some go without
Some have love
The maid and lout

The story arcs
A pattern shown
Over and over
There’s only so many that is known

And threads that
stitch it altogether
Words and stories
For all tastes and weathers

When dreams fail
The stars fall like crushed diamons
Once they had spun as cogs
Nestled together in intracate dance
Now they lay as puddles of loathing
And we consume their flesh
Gorging on insignifigances
Lapping up the pain
Blinking at the luster light
We grow sharp and hard
Adimantian Kings Imperial and cold