Isthmus

A beautiful waterfall at the end of the earth
To die at each night
A new hell to emerge from the next day
Breathless and gasping with cumulative naivety

If every journey has a thousand beginnings
May my hell and your waters meet
To form new land
That I may walk for the first time

Elixir

It begins somewhere
In the forgotten chambers of a quiet mind
Rebirth from the aftermath
Of decadent disobedience
The origin of a single silver seed
Mercury from manure
Dancing among decay
Like a candle in a crypt
To be kept safe and savoured
Sustenance for the slow crawl
Back from ruin

Shadowfabric

Sure footed stumble up
Cobblestone in fog
Dead slow on sacred soil
Skulls and souls sacrificed
Strewn among trident and saffron

Linger through the howls
Bask in the curiosity
Feel the eyes
In every crevice
And the rocks
For secrets

And be brave
It will be morning soon

Herbal Verbs

A decade late for the masquerade
Still softly spoken
Her words spin around
The turbulence at my crown

Gentle Gardener talk and tend
To the glimmering want weight around my head
Plant your seeds and take your time
Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme

Ethereal

All together

Afterlife

Ageless

Full of music and stories

Of our parents and theirs before

Standing together on the sands of time

Like sunflowers

Keepsake

Our candle burned out tonight
A sudden wind took its flame
Scattered it among the dried leaves at our bedpost
They crackled and parted
Coaxing it towards the open window
Into the black

Mollusc

Your hair red like streaks found on certain seashells
Like the veins around my erratic heart
Corrals me
A pitcher plant to the play of prey

Drawn in, though not drunk
Just drowning
Dancing my slow struggle
Prolonging the inevitable
With every twist and turn

For I have seen it all before and I am well inoculated
Immune from the intoxicating smell of intense colours
The comforting pressure of ever tightening tendrils
The bitter taste of sweet sin

This tomb holds no surprises for me
Just a trap door behind mirrors
From which as you take your applause
I will emerge reborn
Again

For My Heart In Clarkville

I,
A delicate balance blown out of proportion by a tipping point that was surpassed long before its fulcrum was evident.
Blurry and dilated;
Elated by scraps swept off the table of life by an overworked busboy.
Humourless, yet laughing
At yarns spun by dangerous madmen
In the dense fog of my clouded mind
Found you.

The light that shines when others speak only of darkness.
Convincing us of their contrived blindness
Arms outstretched and feeling their way through the narrow corridors of human existence
Convinced that the orange hue seen through closed eye lids was nothing but a shadow of what once was
Ruined.

They convinced me.
I closed my eyes.
I fumbled. And bled.
When jagged rocks met the palms of my searching hands.

I tuned out.
To your whispers
Telling me to awake.
To not look around,
But within.
I found you there
You never left

Cisnegro

Earthen eyes intent on
The half light flickering
through her fingers

Her shadow follows
Bending at corners

And dancing wildly

The wind bullies a curtain open
She shields her flame in vain

Blinded by halos
In the deafening silence

I hear my name

Red Dye

She calls me at dawn

Her voice adapts to my slow sleepy drawl

And I give in completely

The bitch

I fucking love her.

Armageddon D.I.Y.

Fuck it.
Let’s wrap it up.
I can’t wait for Jesus and his lawyers.
Earth is adjourned.
Bring on the nukes.
Set the sky on fire.
Vaporize. Everything. Beautiful.

Heart of Gold

So go on radio
Play another song that reminds me of him
Let me reminisce
About the son I could have been

Goo Goo G'Joob

Misty-eyed she sighed

In me she chooses to confide

she'd make a beautiful bride.

Porcelain princess once pretty as pink

Had too many disco biscuits I think

she' s unconscious now, by the sink.

I stepped over her to get my drink.

She does have nice ink though.

It seeps through her veins in a puddle on the kitchen floor.

Deep in a chemical dream, all gossamer and green,

To wake her up now would be obscene.

She will rise eventually

on her own steam.

Oh, Eight.

Again.

These ways are set in stone.

Rock steady, always ready, head heavy, alone.

Microseconds and months trade places like clockwork;

Seasons blend into each other silently

Like 4 rocks, 2 fingers and a little water.

Everything grows.

Older.

Strangely Familiar

You never get to smell the roses

When you run at a hundred miles an hour

You never get back wasted time

Just like you’ll never have another first car

Clichés

But clichés often ring true

It was me you see

It really wasn’t you

You make me feel ten feet tall

I put you on a pedestal

I waited for you to fall.

And all these contradictions

Are doing my head in

I can’t move forward

I can’t go in reverse

Limbo is what they call it

I think

It’s funny,

All this time in one place

Makes you realize

The roses aren’t that pretty

It’s the thorns that make them pink

Where All The Veins Meet

I did something bad today
I pretended when I whispered
And used the appropriate proprioceptors,
rather inappropriately.
gave my principles the day off
And sent my conscience to the movies.
There were elaborate pyrotechnics
White doves in empty cages
One way mirrors
Shiny silver dollars
Deception, misdirection,
Red lipstick on crisp white collars.
I got what I wanted.

I'll lose sleep tonight.
Guilt eats away at the thin protection my blanky offers me.
I think tonight shall be a cold night.
Full of searching questions.
Deafening silences that scream indignity.
Black.
Incomplete and out of sync,
like the lines my troubled mind jots down.
I’ll make amends
I’ll never do it again
Until the next time.
We are all creatures of habit.
Afterall.

Release

I,
As the moon to the earth
linger in your gravity.
Always afar;
Like Aldrin watching Armstrong take those first steps.
Eclipsed by the light and obscured by the clouds
I dwell in the vacuum of this space we’ve created
In the singularity before the big bang
And the universe that was meant to be after.

Transit

This morning I took the 9:30 to the city, filled to the brim with business suits, bicycles and backpacks. And as I made my way down the aisle I saw a curiously vacant seat halfway down the compartment.
Brilliant, I thought to myself... everyones being polite and no ones planting any flags. I might as well claim it. 30 seconds of sidestepping later, I arrive at my throne only to find the words 'white power' spray painted above a swastik on it.
So I sat down.

Warchild

We roam these streets of burning rubble;
Robbed of our innocence and compensated with a rifle
Arms strong from carrying ammunition.
Bodies weak from cocaine and malnutrition.

Cease thinking of me and I will forever remain a concept.
A project for out of work actors seeking to regain recognition.
The face beside a number to call with your donation.
I kill because I am the fulcrum of evil.
I die because you ignore my existence.

Glenhuntley

On a bench under the flood-lit evening's

orange hue that makes the lines on his hands seem ...deeper

as if etched by time, and moulded stronger.

It's been a long day and its a long way home.

The upstart rides his bike in figure-eights around lampposts and billboards

no worries, no cares, no bills, no distant stares.

Its way past the time he should've been home

the whole world for the taking but it seems like he doesn't want it.

The fool.

He'd kill to go back to when he was that young, and there were new prospects on the ever widening horizon.

He has no new milestone.

He has no awakening future.

His days have been lived.

His choices made.

And its too late to make amends for a life he didn't dream of living.

The train inches into its designated platform

to take him home, to a warm cup of soup, the 11 o'clock news

and black and white memories of glory days now so empty.