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
This is the moment when the clouds that had glowed so fantastically tangerine
Have faded to lead, pinning the once brilliant sky into dread certainty
The moment when the chips that had been so fine and smoothly hot
Are soggy cold and taste of stale fat
We look at each other pondering a kiss to reawaken the splendor of the night
But the fizzy beverages consumed with taste bud exploding goodness
Repeat themselves, and one of us emits an unattractive belch
Sensation is muted and any sex had would be flat or painful
And yet within these moments the remembrance of glory is enough
Moments shift and move
And now the leaden dead sky gives birth to a florid blue studded with ice gems
Tangled grey ribbons fluoresce
Moonbows show delicate colours at their rims
Walking on this stony ground
Pushing through this thorny crowd
Celestial bodies cry out
Sometime I wish to dismount
The fires of creation
That made me seek sensation
And so the –
Stars are shredding my heart
The sun is shredding my soul apart
The Moon is mashing up my mind
I wonder what they will find
Dissecting
Me, Myself and I
Insectile hum
Drumming the mind
Into rank puree
Enzyme puke
The fly feasts
Sucking up thought
Mankind’s endeavors
Grey gloop
Transient in the heat
Of Creation
Insects buzz
The crowd
Drones of summer
hedge in all reason
And
One shout
Takes us down
Insectile humans
Creating our own
Eradication
With
Toxic filled nests
Feasting till
Starvation
The human creature
Locust
Wasp
Cockroach
Fly
Insectile buzz
Human annihilation
with
Extermination of kind
My brain split
Spewing maggots of thought
Upon the page
Eating the shape of words
A story
My story
It begins –
Sweet rotting succulence
And ends with –
Dry brittle dessication
Recumbent lovers lay
Pebbles in an icy stream
Touching here
Touching there
Higgeldy, Piggeldy
Nature’s way
Warmth mixes
From their –
Sleep enshrined forms
Tuesday I went into Cheltenham to record poetry 🙂 Cheltenham’s After Dark magazine videoed me and three others doing a variety of poetry and prose (our own work). It will be appearing on their site in a couple of weeks 🙂