Compliment

Your pride is pinned
An icy stone
Pressed to your palate, ossified
Although you tried
To force reply
Through the gap
Between your teeth
It stuck fast,
Entangled and ensnared
By all the tiny masked suggestions
That you ought to learn your lesson
Dim your lights
Dull your brights
Drop your hem
Smile, pretty 
Thank them

Blur

Time tests the truth’s conviction
Makes deformities of dreams
Cauterizes weeping memories,
Fades the colour from the scene
Wraps you up in gauzy tedium
Swaddles you in everyday
Until your skin is yours again
And all the want just melts away

Daffodil

It’s late, too late

In such a state
In such a state

Of open mouthed audacity

And open eyed lucidity

Open wounded helplessness

You’re lying

Flying through your pointed teeth

I see you now for what you are

See everywhere you’ve been

Fiend

Preying like an insect

On the underside of stones

You came out
And found your cold blood
could be quickened by the sun

You’ve had your fun
I’m calling it a day

Pretty Little Ditty

One day we’ll up and disappear

Shake the dust out of our hair

Abandon records and possessions

Take wing,

In search of sweeter air.

Feathered Forever

The barbs of feathers are feathered

Imagine if it went on so forever & ever & ever.

A Thought

Much of the beauty & the tragedy of the human condition is born of our ability to envision & share impossible ideals.