I wonder if Icarus Ever realised That he’d really, well, and truly, fucked up. Did he panic when the sun’s relentless rays whipped liquid lashes of molten wax Across his cracked and naked back? Or was that drowned in the cascade of adrenalin-pumped sweat screaming higher faster further As cyclones […]Read More Icarus
Each of us an ocean – An ebb and flow – A tug-of-war Being torn between Memory Who we wish to be who we pretend to be & who we really are Standing atop the rarified peaks, – Those colossal waves Of immutable drive & infinite possibility – The horizon you’ve spent lifetimes lusting for, […]Read More Breathe.
My eyes opened To blistering wind To shards of rain & Blinding light, To the claps of Titans Erupting in bursts Above Around Below. Rods being flung From angry, Olympian fists, Hungry For the Earth beneath, Each detonating A hydrogen bomb Whose shockwaves slid Through the spaces of my frayed, quaking atoms Dousing every […]Read More Float On?
I wonder if sun rays String the harp that God plays While She strums the melodies Of all the tragedies that Need to be Need to be? // Needlessly? Or maybe it’s strung up with carcasses And the heavens run on darknesses Fed by that never-ending dynamo Of live – suffer – let-go […]Read More Who made who?
Flat like a deflated manta ray Hugging cold concrete sea bed I’m left to entertain The leaden Thoughts occupying my head Gazing up through azure avenues It suddenly occurs to me Time ebbs and flows like [trapped] water And light refracts just like memory. Stripped to nostalgic caricatures Future skewed, past […]Read More Swimming Pool Rules
I found him swinging in a fresh breeze. He was hanging from a dead tree. -Told me to listen -Asked me to kill him Once he was done, He wasn’t done wreaking mayhem. Glassy eyes drained of surprise He tells me with a settled smile We’re doomed to chase that paradise We’re doomed […]Read More When the bough breaks
Tastes like cold fruit Smells like delusion Feels like survival Looks like confusion. Deadpan daydreams Of darkness, Black Death, Die a little every night Speak in whispered silhouettes Like a wisp of cigarette Toxic and malevolent, Silent and sublime The cancer tasting heaven sent. I’ve been stand-stumbling At the edge of the […]Read More First Left at the Asteroid Belt