metal cleaves
in ever-descending miles.
Set a
record in the waking night
to an audience
of blighted stars,
where trees
seek to leap chasms
of fire
played, indifference plagued.
Insomnia
streaks the skies in wisps,
grips the
moon in a silver boa,
dances the
pitch into pink dawn,
a lonesome
kiss melting upon the lips.
Seek
something to devour
Let’s
dance where the earth roars to its outer limits,
echoing all
our yesterdays in one voice,
one phrase
the whole world can recognise,
a full
tilt of every dream we ever had,
walking different
paths, telling the same story,
rattling
each phrase in its empty cage
until every
emotion leaks out as water.
A spiral
of words, glittered and true,
spent,
unspent, wrapped, unwrapped,
this parched
bark etched, leaking dew,
its
lifeblood resurrecting the earth.
Criss-crosses
of tarmac sear the earth inside out,
scour lines
so deep we forget how to breathe,
dirt so
red it seeks to bleed
an ocean
to eclipse the sorrow you feel inside.
A restless
spirit haunts every refraction,
every shattered
shard stripped of hue,
leaving
a kaleidoscope of black and white,
missing every
rainbow chained to dark.
Paint leaks
off the page,
faces reflect
in window flecks,
light shadows
walking
steal a
slip of sunlight.
Time strides
back sometimes,
freezes in
order to release,
leaves imprints
in sunken sand,
shies backwards
into the waiting sea.
Give up
everything to be free,
to search
for yourself in blue sky,
the magic
of the dreaming,
where east
devours west,
colours you
gold in retrospect,
reminds who
you never were
in this
fight to stay you.
Slight
Light
strips, detects,
resurrects
forgotten details,
faces painted
with a white brush.
We rename
ourselves without thought,
risk abandoning
our disguise
to walk
an invisible tightrope,
deconstruct
ourselves to fit a box
only to
smash it with both fists.
I sit
waiting for the stars to lift,
for the
earth to be rewatered,
for ruin
to bury itself again
between all
these moon rises.
