Umbra

I turn my
back
to the glaring
sun
its warmth
besetting square
on my
shoulders.

Loneliness
unfurls.

Then I see
my shadow
always there
never away
even if
especially if
the sun’s
behind,
and I don’t
know
if I felt
less lonely
or
lonelier than
ever.

 

 

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Desolate

I dream of a wasteland
All empty and barren
I walk along its
winding road,
Surprise seizes
me when I
see a pebble or
a stone.

I do this
I keep walking
along
the winding road
for a time before
I realise
I don’t have to
stick to a
road
when all’s empty
and barren.

Straight
Zig-zag
Run
Jump
Roll
I
Can
Do
Anything
I
Like

So I
I dream of a
wasteland
All empty and
barren;
and though you
think
it leads
nowhere
it goes
everywhere.

 

 

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All Bells and Whistles

All flair and
beauty
softly setting
on your
shoulders.
Air festive
Bells tolling
Whistling wistful
Love in the
air.

I hold a
bell
You blow a
whistle

Promises susurrating
Swirling in our
midst.

But it isn’t
the bells
nor
the whistles
that’s
important.

Bells and whistles
though they can
be held
be grasped
be clutched
they’re no
substitute
for the
intangible
incorporeal
ethereal
real thing.

 

 

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Dogged

Stop right there
Don’t come any
closer
You walk with
that
air
of confidence
of mild
arrogance.

In your
step
a promise
to acquire
to take
to drain.

I say
stop
stop right
there.

Do you hear
me?
Stop, I
beg
you.

Your stubbornness
your self-belief
your hubris.

For I
cannot
guarantee your
safety
as you
acquire
take
drain
my poison.

So stop
when I say
stop,
don’t come any
closer.

 

 

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Slow asphyxiation

Choking
I can’t
I can’t feel the
bottom
I kick
I flail
I can’t
I can’t see the
top
Choking

How far down
will
I go?
How far does
this
go?

Choking

Water in my
lungs
Bursting
Water in my
nose
Breathless
Water in my
eyes
Burning

Choking

Drowning
Drowning

Drowned

 

 

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Corner of the Sea

Clutching my
sheep
close to
my chest
Trod off
into
Sad Land
Sad
Sad
Sad
Land.

See walls
where there are
none.
See doors
disappear
where they
are.

Sad Land
Sad
Sad Land.

Swim or
Sink.
Feet on
land.

My sheep,
bleating in my
chest;
Sheep,
close to my
heart.

 

 

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Tread Lightly, Broken Soul

One step
you’re biting your lower
lip
the way you
always do
giddy fingers running
around glass
mouths
you whisper a
hope or
curse;

Next step
he hands you
a towel
wipe the waves
of soaring sense
soaking sweat
you rubbed off
your
innocence;

Another step
you let go
your fear
you’re intoxicated with
glowing promises of
love and eternal
bliss;

Following step
he trampled all
over
your ravishing reverie
he enraptured
then ravished
you
and the veil
dropped
you entered the
tunnel;

Last step
he roamed away
footprints all that
was left
you stared
you started
you stayed
you sank
and I’m sorry
I should’ve been
there
instead
but I’m not sorry
he prowled now
elsewhere –

His last
My first
Your ultimate
Our only
Step.

 

 

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