Heathery Falls

Heathery Falls over rockpools
where I took you and chimes on drilled bells under which
we kissed

Crushed creases in sheets on which we laid
and tripped tears from the fears of our sex

Heathery falls over flashes of flesh
and tonic tones from the fizz of our touch

Gushing sparks from the wheels under which we turned
and over the huffed rush the speed of it all was the best

Heathery falls again over the strands, the plains and pains which I stroke
in your blonde and brown nest

Glass to glass shards split me down down down where under your
Heathery Falls I rest.

Shameless Grace

Beastly bestial of other  worlds 

Barely human creatures who gawp and gape to the bass their spiritual highway speeding at 100 miles an hour to painful inevitability.

Blinded by sight and deafened by sound they trudge arm in arm towards the grave but not in silence, in dance.

Beastly bestial the polo-shirted swine who cajole and cavort in their pre-planned filth and lest one of them finds their partner lest one of them finds their sex here amongst the throng of cankered beings two three FOUR buttons undone! They are undone.

Beings unravelled by time and by drink left to fester and stew in their own grace. Their shameless grace. 

Joy

Nothing false nothing created but a real and pulsing joy, trapped between my pupils and dancing the dances of its own liberation somewhere between my lips and Havana lost in the islands of doubt yet found on the golden shores of my realisation...my salvation 

Swerving hips deaden the air and curving lips christen the cups which rattle and chatter like ants in the hive blue on red on green on grey simple colours who can lose their way here. Blatant cries are not enough oh no! We need bliss, we need joy.

NaPoWriMo - Day 9

Indigo Sighs

Oh my! What indigo sighs are these? Who canker the fumes of yesterday's grievances

Who treads here? Save for the foggy stars, my eyes, my hearts my indigo sighs eclipsing the chill of a country road laid bare, catacombed here by the thistles.

Oh my! What indigo sighs are these? Who canker the fumes of yesterday's grievances

NaPoWriMo - Day 7

The Madness of Conversation

I like the madness of conversation
One sound holding hands with the next
Kissing the syllables of rhythmic waltzes
The fortune to hear one word in the crowd
Rumbling the furniture in passive aggression

I like the madness of conversation
Three men in geometric agreement
Fumbling hands trace symmetries of insecurity
The impassioned passions of idle time
Wobbling mouths weary their opposites

I like the madness of conversation
For the madness keeps us sane

Open Mic 11/02/12 @ The Hive, UEA

The Madness of Conversation

I like the madness of conversation

One sound holding hands with the next

Kissing the syllables of rhythmic waltzes

The fortune to hear one word in the crowd

Rumbling the furniture in passive aggression 

I like the madness of conversation

Three men in geometric agreement

Fumbling hands trace symmetries of insecurity

The impassioned passions of idle time

Wobbling mouths weary their opposites

I like the madness of conversation

For the madness keeps us sane