fiction-

I think I am becoming more conspicuous
How ridiculous.
To feel so fictitious
and capricious.

I think I am becoming more antagonistic
how mystic
and completely unrealistic
to feel completely cryptic.
 

the scream-

could you tear it from my throat?
My scream that wants to rent the sky
but is sticking
stuck
my anger is out of luck

do the mad yapping dogs feel it?
My scream that wants to shatter glass
but is jamming
jammed
my would-be anger dammed

who will loose it from my body?
My scream that wants to wrack the the world?
but is catching
caught
where anger comes to naught

will you wrench it from my heaving chest?
my scream that wants to shred the soul
but is paralysed
petrified
my anger so undignified

wrench it from my throat and give me rest.

undecided-

The rain cannot decide which way to fall.

Balling up and fraying in damp air- It flies like wispy mist and whirls its fingers tips.

The rain cannot decide which way to fall.

It hangs it's fragile coat on thinner spiderwebs and dribbles down the tiles to sit on gutters, swinging dangly legs.

The rain cannot decide which way to crawl.

You’d hardly feel it on your lashes it's so undecided and two minded. Double standard and two sided.

The rain cannot decide which way to fall… if it had a say at all.

consumed-

There is a moment when, hanging between earth and the cliff of grey cloud above, the morning sunlight is sandwiched between heaven and solid soil.

Spreading it's fingers inward and under the cloud cloak above, fingering out those of us who hunger for summer days and light.

If you catch that moment of sunshine in the earliest hours of the day-

If you are lucky enough to have one morning where you are not caught up on a tram, a bus or cooped up in the car-

Then join me on my one morning.

You'll find me on the suburban hilltop.

Under the mock oak.

With dead leaves and magpie carols rainng down on me in the brittle light.
While the traffic roars in the distance and my canine companion circles hopefully about my feet-

For that brief moment life has never been more beautiful-

As the sun clasps warmly to my wind ruffled cheeks.
It's a moment to breath before the sun is consumed and the day begins.

menagerie-

There's a menagerie in my living room
the steady circus of my life
it's the beating of the big dog tail
and the little dog pacing strife

the budgie sings his telephone
then answers himself 'hello'?
the rain taps on the window
and the fire chatter-crackle-bellows

I am a clown and ringmaster
keeping time with all these arts
but I'm steadily wondering when it will cease
and pack-up the circus carts

lawless-

The pliable touch of my fingers pressing into your skin.

so real and immediate. such a part of me.

the beginning and the end of you is hard to untangle, unmingle, unmesh

you are my body. my cells. my flesh 

skin stretched over bone, wide glassy eyes and crooked fingers

tousled hair black as raisins. hidden freckles.

your secret smiles infect in me a chain reaction of giggles, gurgles, grins

you are my saviour. my soul. and my sins

radiant heat swims between the curve of our bodies.

combined. slow merging to unison in union.

we are ourselves stripped bare to nakedness, rawness, flawless

we see the imperfection. unjudged and lawless

the dance-

Breath out and see your breath hang in the air
like life in the balance
a whisper poised to share

Feel the dawn-cold scrape your fingers
feel the life blood as it lingers
a dancer poised and ready in mid-air