Twisted stalks waive the fetid air
Puffed breadth forced out of lungs
Glasses coifed, lick her sliding down
Mugs painted and fire blooms
Paneful looks, with haunted eyes
In the debts of the Nose and the knots
poetry month
False reflection
There is a moment of perfection before
it all goes perfectly wrong
A moment of reflection
Where the past hangs light and the future looks bright
But it’s all crashing down
This edifice of happiness brought low
Spinning plates and broken smiles
crocodile tears brought tale of woe
Desolate in the crashing waves
Sink below and drown
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Ancient worship
Pain, crimson and guileless
spills across your skin
arcing in raised Nazca lines
worship to my goddess
writ in pleasure and copper tainted air
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Gifts at twilight
the world as it is not mine to give
so I’ll give you my self and make of it a world in which to live.
There’s choices beyond my control
And life takes us turning
But it’s all just this yearning
This burning
This foolish heart
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Solar flare
The corona of the sun
Terminus line in my heart
Demarcation between the shadows of the past and the slim chance at future
always looking into the sun
Spots and after images swimming
but it trained me to see even when the
walls are washed out and I’m blind
It trained me to see with my heart instead of my eyes
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Lips
Kissing you is epiphany and apology
Taste of resin and smoke
Taste like coming home
Every apology that comes slipping out of you
Finds my lips on your’s
Giving you the only absolution you need
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Poetry Month
Friday is the start of Poetry Month. I am pledged to 2 poems per day. It will be difficult made, wonderfully, more difficult by my general happiness. Though I may have found my muse, so she will make it a little easier.
I look forward to writing them. I hope you look forward to reading them. If you like one then give it a like on the social media of your choice or on the site. If you feel something when you read it, I invite you to comment.
Thank you for reading, and I hope to see you on Friday.
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Traveling
Traveling through skin
A foreign body trapped
By this meat and sinew
This bone
Struggling to get out
This screamed impression into flesh
Stretched against the borders
Cut me out
Cut me free
Prison breaking down but never far enough to matter
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Puppet
Dance puppet pull the strings
Believe this
Buy this
Be thin
Wear this, no this
Whirlwind
Whirled about
Distraction distraction
Crumbling edifice behind studio walls
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Worship
I worship at the altar of your skin
Dance fingers down
And hold your heat in cupped hand
Locked eyes and I’m falling
Mouths embracing
The softness of me in the softness of you
Rhythms repeated in heartbeat
Waves crashing
Subsiding then building
Then an avalanche
Burned destruction in synapse
Pains pleasure roaring
Spent but awakened in need of you
I worship at the altar of your skin
Pelgris 