(2015)
Impossibly big things are born from the infinitely small. This symmetry exists throughout all levels in the universe, including love and emotions.
Life This dot to dot beeb-bop melee of mish-mashed memories
The first time I entered you, You did not embrace me, Stone cold hearted made me feel cold and me and my money, parted.
This morning’s focus is lost in my head This morning’s traffic made another one dead This morning’s talking points
The forest mist sits out of the car early man unsits from his car into boots on the groaning mouth of the boot
Silence but for the ebb and flow of echos in a stilling mind reaching for a pause
Damn and blast and house arrest Before the lungs fail Ring-a-ring-a-roses No playing kids Blind-eye playground test
Stop being so still inanimate objects move to my will
I thought I was dreaming when the midnight sun rose like a ringtone in the silence of my night in this small universe
30,000ft life support this thin walled impro-bubble Moulded curves sealed in air, buckled to chair
Speak softly in the night for shadows cast in these inverse… frost the flowers in the soul Do not allow phantom predatory circular thought…
Those thunderous Gods whipping cauliflower petticoats sk… a shoes-off call to their pregnant… gaining weight against the light Insect flights, crackle rumble,
Quiet is the whisper the first confess in an ear close to midnight when others are at rest A secret kiss in darkness
Striding with purpose I pass the perfume “No thanks” past glitter doll eyes and boxes to die for
It was a changing time the moon was high in your hair I didn’t know you then didn’t know the things you’d becom… and then we took our chance
I sent you a form, you sent it back, not enough paperwork, the wrong kind of tax. I send you a message,