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

soul weary-

sometimes I find my soul spread bare
singing to the breathless air

sometimes I find my soul stretched thin
screaming and screeching a harrowing din

sometimes I find my soul bared wide
gulping and gasping everything inside

then sometimes I find my soul at peace
when all of the clamors in my heart beat cease

yet still again there is a soul at rest
and this is when I love the world best

night swim-

palms rustle
big bear dog breaths
darkness falls
wind sighs in the eves

water ripples
dancing green pool light
evening exhales
damp soft in the night

summer evening
calms hot airless day
wouldn't you hope
life was always this way?

may I have this dance-

There's music at the edges of my hearing
it rattles, rolls and frolics in my brain
its wistful waltz and jazzy jitterbug
reach out to sweep-and-sway a taunting strain

There's singing at the edges of my hearing
and it bounces out it's babbling refrain
it curls my lips and it swings my hips
It twinkles in the air, a lovely stain

There's a party at the edges of my hearing
an effervescent, gorgeous, twisted mess
there's happy jeers and joyful tears
and cocktails dripped on every party-dress

There's happiness at the edges of my hearing
it's a tingle and twitter in my breast
it's the beating of each heart waiting for the band to start
it's the resting of her head apon his chest

road rage-

Note: language warning- if you don't like it, skip by it. :) 


-sadly inspired by some anger and colourful language that I witnessed on the road today...
I suggest you turn your licence in before someone gets hurt.

horn blower
flame thrower
mindless-menace-mad

'c*ck sucker!'
'mutha fu*ka!'
your aggression makes me sad

waving fist
and angry gist
why waste your time this way?

Maybe smile?
breath out awhile...
you'll have a better day