Friday 29 January 2016

Sunlight

Your fluorescence is sinking into my pores,
Bloodstream, corneas, bloody
Everywhere. My footsteps shine
With you’re a-million-carrot glow, little
Luminous droplets of fairy dust
For wanderers to follow, if they
Choose. Like golden breadcrumbs.
The wood has become these brazen towers,
That gingery hut transforms trippingly into
The tempting trappings of regular
Life. But now, right now, follow me-
You’ll now where to tread,
Just follow the light – light like
You’ve never seen lighter light before.
Wait, don’t go, don’t fade, stay –
Keep your shine on me,
I’ll lead the way.

Thursday 28 January 2016

Mother

Mother moon, your light precedes you.
Skirting through the City to keep you
Bobbing in sight above the towers.
Stop winking at me, you tease.
The street lamps eyes are narrowing in envy.
And I know. You’re looking increasingly beautiful
Especially tonight. And what you’re telling me
Smiling bright and wondrous, (Northern accent):
“You’re gonna be alright, lass.”

Possession

I have stared insanity in the face.
He is sickly pukey green – a twisted thin smile,
Deathly pits of eyes
Inviting you in, charming your rational thought.
He makes you beside yourself, in both ways;
Actions no clear headed human would do, and
You stand next to yourself in incredulous fear.
What will she do next?
What can I make her do?
How much more of her can I take?
And why does she makes it so easy?

But I have found the poison to
Corrode away the face.
Like a Year 9 Chemistry experiment:
Title - Insanity.
Introduction - How I Will Get Back To Me.
Method - A grainy pouring of continual laughter.
Conclusion – An awareness of his
Crazy, loose, damaging, dark, sick presence
But no possession.
He will find no home in me.

Speed



She rattles on at him with a speed
Of speech that is – frankly –
Admirable. She speaks
Emphatically, passionately
With colour, metre, musicality.
But her audience is in another world –
Candy crush, or similar, a device
Is stealing him away. It has chosen
Him, and them, us all, really.
We don’t see each others eyes anymore.
She will not be fazed.
She will not let him be taken,
The gossip gets more ridiculous,
More dramatic, every stop is pulled,
Every detail embellished to high
Heaven. Higher. Anything more?
The screeching of iron on iron,
The tube and the rails are wrestling,
She and the sound are roaring but
No. He won’t move. He has gone.
Exhausted, her last punt at
Affection, intimacy, connection
Is the only thing they have left.
She is, of course, allowed to touch him.
And with the story, stories, prattle
All spent, she collapses her head
Onto his shoulder. The train shunts
Into a platform, panting for breath,
Fuel, a moment. And to the world

It seems – such a sweet couple.

Snapshot



There’s a cigarette slowly dying in the park.
Spluttering, wounded, its last words are
A silver spiderweb thin tail of smoke,
Consistent, perfectly straight, whispering
“I have something to say! I have-“
Gone.

There is a painting hanging in the sky
(Who stole it and put it there?)
The gallery’s only open for another 10
Minutes. Or so. And she’s like:
“Yep, I’m pretty wondrous, take me in”
Gone.

There’s a fox hanging out in my muggy
Pre-tea (i.e. pre-life) early morning garden.
Gloriously ginger, he bites himself sideways
Weighs up which way to jump, abilities,
Agilities, ambitions. Kettle clicks, he’s
Gone.

But you. You have nothing to prove.
You do not disappear if no one’s
Watching you. You are never alone,
Not while the world has so much
To teach you, show you, breathe.

There is strength in this solitary state.