Icarus

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 […]

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Breathe.

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, […]

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Float On?

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 […]

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Who made who?

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 […]

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Swimming Pool Rules

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 […]

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When the bough breaks

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 […]

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First Left at the Asteroid Belt

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 […]

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