This is a poem of some description accidentally written after seeing an advert for Aussie shampoo.
I: Dead Leaves Lo I was dragged beneath the Earth By a cloud of smoke and chains Tumbled a name from Her tongue Yet I followed her beyond the trees Trod light upon the eaves For dead leaves make Yuletide wreathes And prison designs panopticon tide ‘Neath Steradian shadow of the sun Collapsed upon ye … Continue reading More words:
A: Sleep of the Twenties And I find it hard to sleep Amongst the ruins of the week As my endeavours crumble And the floorboards creak B: Dear Green It’s a thick concrete dialect Of a slum sucker proxy Makeshift museum of perfectly preserved plastic waste It’s like a smell that you can taste
No dream Nor slumber for the bitter slow Anger and hope Learned all by rote The undiscovered form Out of dust and time In the great and cold expanse of its own mind And like pointed teeth gleam Of a grey hope and rain Still the child crawled Unknowing Into the light of day
Late in the hours of her crest arising Then I will rest my weary frame alone And so each night I dream of home In deep hues painted dark and rich But no light pours twitch my blue curtains Not even that which shines from her face And I know I should take this as … Continue reading Each Night (No Light)
The silence was deafening As the pin hit the tile A mouth filled with bile And legacies of regret Mix with the sting of defeat Sit and watch all your plans Wither in the cold daylight Bleaching the bones of a horse They’re fragile things Like "gossamer wings" They pump out a gas Don’t even … Continue reading Bones of a Horse