The arch of day bends to heavenly light
Past the wanderous eye of a child
To the chill of flesh grown out
Our chance begs to come alive
Though years gone hold us to
Frozen choices made in time past
Dreams of a youth so eloquently felt
Swept under roots of rotting self
The sweet curse of time rolled
His greying wings flake
Above blistered air
To send him
Into peace that settles
Up there
With a slight tilt
Direction sets
Momentum holds
Without sound
He descends
An ordinary bird
Of the common park
Proudly patrols
These parts
Of his sky
To watch
Passing land
For what might
Risk
His place
Of importance
Statue
And the coming of his
Proudest
Time
He will fly
To protect
Love
And care
The December sky
Sweet petals erupt in my ear
Drums that softly rattle and
Rustle my quickening soul
Angelic high notes
Composed from the throats of children
Too young to know beauty
Open water now frozen
Surrounds their home
Under attack
Yet beneath warm shrubs
Small birds I cannot name
Sing
Their hearts bleed joy
From their lips
A chilling chirp
A moment
Everlasting in
Song
For no one
And
Everyone
But no
one is
here
I am marinated by
Whispers from a God
I can only hear
Upon the crushing of hope
And breaking truths
A meat vehicle
Your flesh to enact
A vision I do not see
Cannot see without
Your echoing sound
What am I
My skin is split
To obey
Come what may
Come my way
Where does this spiralling soul
Meet it’s end
I beg you to
Tell me or I’ll
Cast off
Break from your steer
Be free of your fist
I will outlast
I will
Run
To what?
To you?
To the life you made?
To the ideals I now must now define?
To the emptiness?
I am meat
Your vehicle
Whether I choose to or not
I am
Yours
From the gallows she bubbles
Creatures and features
Of the mutty water
God only knows
How such pleasure
Erupts from her wickedness
Beneath the surface
Sacrifices are made
To feed her trunk
The gerth that needs filling
Night or day
Hope or pray
Carcus and thinning skin
Rot, green and brown
Float down
To a bellowing end
The inevitability of fate
Her system of governance
On and on
Turning dark into drink
That spawns her
It repeats
Taking life
Giving life
For upon her reluctant out stretched arms, Bluetits rest
Toads hide in her darkened pockets
Herons perch on her weary head
And Spiders crawl on her bulging base
All this
Her sacrifice
A heart does rest
Beneath layers of crumpled leafs
But it remains asleep and forgotten
For her dark rhythmn
And deathly cycle
Is all she’ll ever know
The colour of pain
Blood
Red and black spilt
Upon naked canvas
No
The days of suffering
Do not touch me
Here
My flesh is clean
It rests
In minds and memories
Plagued
I do not seep from skin
Nor does an aching heart
Pierce blue from
A chest
This pain lives in spirit
When it bleeds
It leaves no residue
No evidence
No colour
Only knowledge
That it was there
Once
Only a witness
Who felt it
Come and
Go
S and W
Bookend a no
And keep it from
Escaping
Winter is falling
Upon hills forgotten
Now transformed
Ramps of my dreams
Ben returns
To this moment
For his feast
For he has been starved
Puffing as I play
With giddy feelings
Banished
From a serious life
The thickening snow
Disguises
My uncontrolled
Explosion
I just look mad
And overgrown
Free
Running
I’ve grown so far away
From this
The boy who ran and played
Till fingers fell numb
So I’ll wait
Till the light fades
And pretend
For a little longer
Don’t leave
My glimpse
Of a younger time
In the glistening white
May I rest here
And soak in your breath
Down to warm my
Inside
May I rest my hand
Into your clutch
And let my heart flutter
Tonight
May I rest now
In this sheltered place
Of red and glass
And heat
May I rest in peace
Where this all began
Take me back to that
Winter light
I can hear the clock ticking
Under these cotton sheets
I am warm
As the storm arrives
The ticking darts in and out
Like a fairy
And as it builds
It deafens
Echoing around my mind
Like the swirling winds
That bellow
From outside
But inside
I am taken over
By a clock intent
On rattling me
It is crazing me out
This fucking crick crack noise
I’m at my end
Striking out
Then calm
Submerged in the sound
Somehow the anger collapses it
And sounds pass over my head
Like a passing boat
To the fish swimming beneath
The sounds muffle
In endless space
A peace
After all that
I am present
Under these warm sheets
Slipping through my fingers like butter
Down onto the crystal dish
Friends
My chance of a civilised life
Why do I forget
To love proactively
Why are relationships like these
Such a test of heart
I withhold my need for others
I cradle me
Without care to cradle those
I could befriend
To die bereft of friendship
To have walked this earth alone
Is to have experienced man’s modernity
My unnecessary way
What i’d do
To break free of my compulsion
To love
To give