Invisible Love

  love as an animal Does this animal run through our bloodstream across broad plains too hot for the soul? Does this animal bleed from our skin as thickly as maple from the heart of it’s mother? OR is it only here to be used as the sweetener on a breakfast of conceptual existence? my mouth closes around a

deeper into nothing

  I wish to go deeper far deeper than the place of thick light that beckons beyond the soul pit of tempting confusion through the stink of drama that ignites me and causes me to embrace a kind of life  a next to life  a nearby life an adjacent but not quite life in here,

Hot Tea and Toast

  herein lies a conceptual emotional winding a woollen complexity rough on the tongue dry in the throat a faux love a preternatural writhing a knocking on the inner skull with hammers little god diggers and gold wishers driving within to my without taking aim hmmm it doesn’t take a brain surgeon to see that

Spinning On My Windmill

    my feet grip wind pushing silver blading through the air and spiralling a curtain of liquid thought a slick coating of perpetual motion and now I am hanging upside down and the colour is dripping my fingers touch earth and so I fertilise my story and sigh deep into the depths of dark