Wilting Lilies

wilting lilies by the bath room window,

pale yellow light seeps through to kiss the sill,

is it enough to stop the dying from being dead?

enough to wet the cracks in the harsh soil?

a muffled buzzing somewhere inside,

something has not yet felt or noticed,

a mirror with no onlooker is exactly that,

a room inside a room besides itself,

look there through the hissing mist,

naked and revealed it must be truth,

towel on the floor hardly worth a mention,

under garments asunder like stepping stones,

welcoming even to an unseen stranger,

scum down the sink hole round it goes,

what could have been – forgotten,




Watching The Day

An egg yolk sun shuddering purple rises,

Pasting the immediate horizon sky viscous orange,

A paler grey blue covers the greater expanse,

Where the dark shapes of the early risers flap away,

Their squawking symphony a reminder of life’s plans,

Waking thoughts thrust aside the fugue of sleep,

The bones crackle as muscles yawn with rubbery tautness,

The light is upon us it cannot be but denied,

By squinting eyes that would not see to it bidden,

Dawn so incredibly fixed in its breaking ways,

Coming with such supremacy its glory in its savage rays,

Slicing swathes of warmth like the smiles of golden children,

Tickled and subdued into serenity like the reflecting dew drops,

Soon to be gone into the thin air that breathes,

Calling this day beckoning to me too,

Alive and well I walk into it…

The End

The End…

Came so suddenly like an Ice Age,

That froze screams bringing a deafness to still,

A vanishing of shadows as the light seemed to bend,

For a while it shone upon our heads as we tuned into Nice Days,

That were soon to be forgotten when madness came tearing for the kill…

Ripped from its pumping veins that Red Thing gave a faint scent,

That may have been the stirrer of that inner rage,

That silently simmered with its own will,

We didn’t seem to pretend,

We tried in ways,

Right until…

The End…

Seven Legs

 With these seven remaining legs, I scurry onwards into deep space, at a pace that doesn’t reason with the pain,

My hairy joints unoiled and sore, sing a song with a confused rhythm, this acute living, paying out full dividends,

Even here where far seems normal, where hurt no longer disturbs, an axis turns odds against the evens we had,

The landscape folds over until the stars kiss the Earth, and in scenes of forever I search, eyes search like probes,

Deep in orbit reflecting , inner ghosts with dragonfly wings, lagging time brings all of it back with ghoulish glory,

Innocent youth engulfed in flames, screaming elders crushed by trains of thoughts, caught in a dastardly web,

Not unlike mine, as grey as a solar system with a few missing stars, questions asked by those pests I laid with,

Just before I ate them, gravely battling my instincts to lure and prey, lure and prey, lure and prey on Virgins,

As they skitter and flutter about with the zeal of fools, oblivious to the chaos that echoes from the walls, calls,

From the sentient watchers, with their invisible hands, and incomprehensible plans that tinker with my trail,

A path I’m yet to tread…away from here… gone…to that same place where I lost my other leg…