Love Personified.

A thorough love

ties me tight

like string of conversation

Knotted up hard

The thickest wool

a toxic condensation

I cannot cut

the thread of blood

red as my heart that bleeds

An oiled vapour

soiled earth

a mother of the leaves

Not a wimper shall it mutter

or a word of wrong to wear

for if it was, my love, a creature

It would be one to fear

And do not cross it, it will grow

and paint the morning sky

and you should fall in love with him

the same way that have I.

...

He'll shake his head and gnash his teeth

And rear his hairy back

But all the while

this fierce creature

Will bite a smile back.

Photo: Joes Computer

Arrive on a breath of fresh air

to an ocean of colour and culture

The lights of crossing rites

flash white

Squirrels and Deer

haunt the grass

nerves and fear

the broken glass

i swallowed in my sleep.

The gravel which

interrupted my feet

Obscure and wild meat

swallow sweet,

the vegetables of fortune

drinks of large and caffeined fizz

chlorine clings

lights beckon

train rides long

and thoughts to reckon

a tower view

a history fresh

like an open wound

and sore flesh

Of green and silver city made

This paper currency which i paid

and painted nails are red beneath

of docks and dark, and glinted teeth.

The wander of a waning world

the company of boy and girl

the strangers dancing green

on blackened ground almost unseen

Chess pieces traded in the night

as lonely hearts they do take flight

and grieve quiet for a soonsome shape

but for now, these hearts awake.

New York On The Water