with or without you

New breath
within which I seek silence
There is dust beneath your early morning speech
I drink it in with my lips
for my ears have been dumbed by your touch.

Forsaken certainty for this!
Exchanged time for air…
and the dust settles in your hair!

Sunken fears dig for water!
While the roots are busy sinking
the leaves have already sprung early shoots

We drop the coins and listen for a distant echo
None comes
It is in our own silence we invent the echoes of our requests

I am happy to dive with or without you
With or without you I will fall
Is your hand in mine?

unbreakable

teetering on the edge of this and that
feeling out the words...
through distant nights
minutes feel like hours
when the sky lark calls like this

such that passion parted my shell
and you appeared inside me.
I could have filled you for days
i could have used you as bait...
but I'd rather bask in your skin,
for all the stillness I could muster

i fell silent in my longing
screaming with haunted passions
as shreds of consciousness
were flung across the room

stripped naked in this pulsating moment
we crashed tackled our history to the ground
and forget that we were running
until our shoelaces became momentarily untied

my skin is silver for you
and my mind wanders like a lost balloon
seeking the atmospheric burst
that will send it falling...
limp back to earth!
A mere shrunken remnant of it's former self

I tell you I am unbreakable
yet I can't help holding you close...

how did you find that key?
I've kept it hidden so long
even I had forgotten the way in!

words suffer out loud

i enter a time for silence
it's descendant of this pain
how ugly we fall in human shells of skin and bone
barely worth the straw at the end of a brisk broom

i am waiting on the stoop
but no one comes
send me on my way and I will look towards the stars to bring me back to you

keep quiet and the night will follow
breathe readily and someone will decide a reason for you
don't fish in dams
rivers are where you can find life

just fall into pieces
at least then the jigsaw can begin!

didn't your mama warn ya?

Let’s epitomize my fuckedness
Shall we
You
me
A cold crazy town
This whiskey
How many ways could you fuck me?
When the tears are freezing before they hit the earth
How many days can I tear holes in my stockings?
Hoping the chill will make me run faster…

It was easier to survive before the care grew within
Learning to crawl only makes for grazed chins
Nothing can hurt when you’re made of stone
So why chip off the concrete when that’s what protected you for so many years
Pain doesn’t dent the iron will
I’m calcium deficient not in need of sucking your blood…

How apt your timing is
How ferocious my bite can be
Didn’t your mother warn you about running across the river on stones?

Maybe this time I was wrong

There are movements going on inside
unrecognizable formations
developing… they tangle with the old
and become neutral in their appearance
But they’re there!
Holding fast and fighting new grounds…

Today they feel no different to the sands
that have passed through over time
But I know if I get out the stethoscope they will have a beat of their own…
Distinct and alive
Replacing the dead days that lie strewn across the door jam…
Awaiting the last swift brush from an angry broom

Tears come readily with dreams but turn sour in daylight hours
Their vampire teeth shrink away from the gaping light
and cascade with an eager relief as the moon settles into her nest…

Petrified of change but never satisfied with the same
I play foolish games of roulette
It’s the moving on I just find so damn hard to refine
Show me the lock and I will use the key that’s sat dormant in my palm…
too long…

What have I done?
What have I done?
What have I done?

Don’t tell me I was right because maybe this time I was wrong!

awaiting the bit

This is the moment before the tide meets the sand...
amongst foam, sea vegetation and lost things
I suspend
gravity is lost to these thoughts
let loose on tandem
the catapult downwards... earth bound
they give the sensation of flying...

toes never reach the ground when eyes are cast skywards

I am casting off and reeling in
one swift action that reveals little
except for, the hope of fish

any good fisherman would recommend patience
and the company of an old friend!