Child

It’s the way the ocean slides from your eyes Slides over lips still full Rounded and soft for kissing (me) And your arms hang happily never tiring you climbed a mountain child, there you sit an apex A world of beauty born from rust (Infused) with turmeric and sun and these vessels sporting creatures like

A Tiny Screeching Demon

  she blew in on rotten air her eyes dark and bitter green her lips the shade of plum…cresting a wave of lies a virtual shroud dressing the whore of  insecurity and yes when I peered close I could see a smaller version of myself mirrored there a poor child yet in her case the ageing did

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Bubble Wrap

    No bubble wrap here only mud iceblock sticks and footprints on the car. long orange ropes curled ready to strike! And boards skating myriad plastic joy…. towels on the lawn and bubbles in the sky taps on full in fluent wasteful race! Here? not much disinfectant but rivers of tears and bloody scabs

Starman

  Springing like carbonated pulp my insides are making slow circles outward, silver and pink….. is this The BIG Bang? YES THIS is what I want! My wishes are butterscotch gold present inside like little pots of glitter dust and space. I AM The Star M A N waiting in the sky, they told us

Lions and Rockets

    There is noise in this house, my mind extreme roaring like lions and rockets it brandishes its false bravado across the valley and loses me branch to branch like a monkey the external being is neatly fooled by stimulants, touch and wine by a bouncing, noisy love that travels, wrapped in blankets huddled