where once thoughts reigned
a snowstorm dragged from static falls
loud behind my burning eyes
and brighter than I dare recall
a shattered screen screams and cracks
dissecting dreams like razor’s edged
leaving no corner undisturbed
smashed clarity left in its stead
I dream of fingers
bowing an orchestral phrase
notes across my flesh
save me from the squirty fish
that’s lodged inside my head
he blocked the vaccuum cleaner
when I cleaned under the bed
and when I looked inside the hose
he jumped out to my surprise
then made his way right up my nose
and lodged behind my eyes
so now I have this squirty fish
a sucking on my brain
I doubt that I’ll be hoovering
under the bed again.
a ghost stands at my window
angered by the morning storm
his solemn voice rides on the chill
that wraps around the dawn
he fights against the cock crow
for in its song he dies
and as the sunrise smothers him
I’m lost inside his eyes
which every night in moonglow
return to torment me
the knowledge that one sundown
I too will be as he.
high on freedom’s wings
between clouds I hear them call
in search of the sea
under blue skies
in a past’s perfect
serenity
now under stone
and lost to time
non existent memory
her eyes are forest
painted green in golden light
as the east explodes
I dreamt of a sword
held by a warrior
graceful
yet savage
double edged
in passion forged
she pierces
my heart
and my soul
is cleaved in two
I wake
desiring dreams
of battle.
thoughts swoop
like the blue monarchs
orbiting my head in circles
these ideas
a palette without measure
yet in their infinite colours
preclude capture.
the butterfly soul
bound to beauty’s transience
eternally lost
