From viscous to liquid; a silent
eruption behind the iris;
or when or from where.
Do you remember those mornings,
the breathing trees observing a
moon fading & sun bleeding
across the sky,
linked with mine?
How time dilated &
the gaze was so benign?
later & nostalgia sharpens that strange
blade: a weapon that leaves no trace
except for a particular posture;
eyes seeing only spectral projections,
the way cats seems to see
into some hidden distance.
From liquid to viscous;
the cat is not vicious, the blade
our parallax view has changed &
me & another for you.
No more the warmth of your smile
waiting for me
the door or
between the sheets; sharing body heat;
blood pulsing, hearts, random hearts beating
for each other in a cruel, cruel world**.
No more silences,
either callous or beautiful.
No more Blue-john stones & those future dreams
always secretly knew would never come
No one knows who put the ice-pick through
the skull of Brontsein
& only we
know how it ended…
let us keep our secret, please, leave me
to my dreams
while you escape your fate
& be gifted that which you always
& History can be
*Artemis and the Moon
** Randon Hearts -Laura-Jane Grace
The reasons why
& you don’t try to find them.
& elides through space & time
you no longer know
how it is
that you find yourself
Viscous to liquid, now dissipating
colours fading from the imposing painting
of the future now no longer
still in progress.
No more changes, no new creations
only the repetition of all that
always leaves you back where you began, yet
if the colours begin to brighten again
as always they have
when the flames flare & the embers turn
to a fire fierce & dangerous,
the painting will be beautiful again;
you will change…
Closed fists with
nothing in his hands but
the dirt under his nails.
He tries to restrain himself yet
the eyes betray. The eyes always betray.
Loneliness, fear, confusion, repression:
they decay & the rotten
fruit grows the mould of aggression.
All living things deserve sympathy
in one way or another
but we should not mistake this
It is September.
The apples will not stay ripe forever.