Caught in the tumble

Thinking, thinking –
I’m filled with thoughts
bubbling up – secretly.
They find me – hiding – under tables
smiling, at nothing, much.

They find me – posed – ready to jump
in to my bowl of cereal
to morosely float on a slice of
banana.

They control my spoon
Swirl and twirl – on banana.

As I spin, I catch glimpses
Of what could be – each whirl of
milk shows another possibility.

I lack the capacity to choose –
caught - as I am in the tumble.

Into the blue of you

It’s just one of those things, which creep up on you slowly, slowly, out of the blue. It’s a moment of panic and pandering for excuses, information – anything to make sense of it all. A reason for why the world - which seemed stable, only a moment before, all of a sudden - is now laid confusingly anew.

And you, at the epicentre of it all, you are the cause of my demise, my fall, into the blue of you. My concentration shattered, shorn of its useful bubble, a buffer to hold back the tide of oncoming strangeness.

My breathing, it quickens - my senses are shot - my feelings are jumbled. I can’t make out a thought, but the anxiety, breed by my experience of you. Only you.

Brief moments

Life is transient
brief moments
I’ve worked hard
But it can mean nothing
In the face of another
adversity, set to slap me
Across the face.

Yet, I will not fail
In my slowly stunted way
Scratching with red raw hands
and broken bent back nails
To the surface

A determined ant
That slowly marches to the top
of the hill, and collapses
And walks again
I will put one foot in front
of the other and walk
My troubles away.

Inhale, Rock N' Exhale

I want my own rock god
Dressed-up and sexed-up rock and
Roll, baby this is real life.
1,2,3,4 now I want you even more

Crush me up against the wall, I just want to
Breathe you in, that smoke and alcohol haze
In my face, croon to me your enigmatic lyrics.

Squat and inhale, just before you exhale
Bellow out your black demands, crazy eyes
On the stage; lapping up the night sky.

Sing to me of yellow skies over blue goodbyes
Need to hear you, tied up in the world of i-deas
Reading in between thin lines; without rhythme.

See the world, twist and twirl, I’m your girl
Roll, baby this is real life.
Cut through, with a knife
Watch, we’re going to cause some strife.

A Glint

It was like seeing him
Walking
with that,
Jaunt
of his.
Two interchangeable images
To shoot my eye and tumble
down into my heated self.
The lift of one foot
And another enough to
Suck at my breath
And sway me in unison
With your every thunder-clap
step
And shoulders
they wink,
Side and sigh again
Move in to me
across
The yawning
gaping
Ribs of steel that hold
Your heart back
Away and sway from me
You herder of lovers
With a glint to pierce my eye.

Fingers tightly wound together and eyes screwed shut
Ours is not to reason why, ours is just to try to fly
I’ve been thinking too much about myself
And it’s playing havoc with my mental health
The sun sets, the dark rises, and my need for warmth
Goes unsatisfied.

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Him of the tall stature.

Of the sneaky smile

that slowly spreads across his face.

Him of the quick wry temper.

The slow moving anger that

grows and bubbles and bursts,

like a bush fire taking hold

and running rampage.

But more often

like a small contained coal fire...

that smokes and lies in wait.