Angel on the line

He’s opening the door,
It’s her voice, quite higher than his,
whispering about how big the cockroaches have been getting lately.

He holds the door,
But he pushes her away.
She’s waiting down below, swimming with spirits again.

He closes the door,
Vein attempts to keep the howling out
It doesn’t open until he hears her limping back to the forest.


In Other Worlds

Other Worlds

 

I’ve heard a word about this world of which you so softly speak,

Where everyone halts and finds no faults and nothing is so bleak.

Where I could tout and I could talk and say all that’s on my mind,

And it’d be true – through and through – no hidden roots for you to find.

Honest back and forth – from henceforth – to such a place I gladly would belong!

But as I write, could it be right? Perhaps I’ve lived there all along.


Darkest Greens

Jealousy

Forget all other moments,
I hear her whisper forcefully
Drain yourself
of the touches,
the lips tracing faces,
the hands molding curves.

Remember this instead;
My tight cold grasp
as I squeeze your heart.
The unwelcome lurch
in your stomach.
Let me emerge from the darkest greens
in the canopy of your mind
and ignite the uneasiness and concern.
Nurture it.
Let me bathe in the festering misery.
Let it be my permanent home.


Insomnia Incantation

Eyes

Nurture dear, these half-closed eyes

Take to where the Sleeper lies

Deep into the plain of dreaming men

So that tomorrow, I could wake again


Cliff Diving

Cautiously, I repositioned my feet and braced myself against the playful gusts. My eyes peered over the edge, following the gravel as it descended from cliff to water.

The ocean roared at the preemptive sacrifice, waves foaming with bloodlust.

In another step – the brink. But I could go no further.

As I began to turn, a child appeared beside me on the cliff: a son I would have in thirty years’ time. My own disappointed eyes looked back at me: Had I not followed through? Had my stories of peril and grandeur been mere myth?

I grinned at the kid.
And we jumped together.


Problems with Adam’s Garden

 

Adams-Garden

 

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Crutches

Stand aside!
Make way!
A clack of metal!
A grunt of pain!

A three-legged hobbling monstrosity!
Swinging closer at such velocity!
He’s half man, he’s half machine-
a swinging ape in the jungle green!

He awoke one day with great alarm,
his size of leg was half an arm!
Locked away to hide his curse,
his broken limbs he’d been told to nurse.

Just two bars make up his cage -
so well his prison is constructed.
But there’s no need to feel enraged,
into a lifestyle he’s been inducted.


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