Dazed.

Swished
and squashed
in a can.

These doleful wings,
soaked in weighty brine,
flop around
in tired ways
and this daze
seems all eternal.

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Unfound

Nobody really knows
Nobody can peel
Or grate
The layers
Away
Nobody can look
Find
The underneath
The inside
It’s too damaged
Too complex
Soul-encompassing curtains
Slide across
To reveal
Nothing
The stage is full
Of black-painted windowsills
Which come to show more windows
Behind more curtains
Truth disloyal
Still all-veiled.

Oh look! A potato!!!

Oh look! A potato!!!
So velvety
So porous
Mutilated
a la knife and fork
Fork and knife
Knife and spoon
Piercing through the coagulated meaty sauce
Fleshy find
Mash it
Smash it
Play with it in your fingers
Toss it through
the un-transparent window.
Through the broken-glass.

Find it in your sleep
And dream of mushy landscapes.

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The Logic Fantastic

I want to pour:
release
the words onto the page, but then I remember:
teeth need to be brushed and business attended to.
Logic overcomes the situation like a python,
twisting and bulging,
divulging
nothing.

Have you checked your e-mails?
The snake increases its might.
e-mails
stare.
I glare:
to-do list waiting in the wings.

Ignoring the potentially lethal hug,
my pen is picked up.
Who cares?
A bug?

Free verse escapes, as aeroplanes of thoughts
compete for the narrow landing strip.
Suddenly, a slimy, long, muscly creature
emerges:
raises its head,
infumed.
Only, I’ve brought my Charming Clarinet
and play the pet a tune.

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I wanted to write

A moment ago,
I wanted to write

essays of the sea;
great stories of a golden quest;

the truth;
the best;

waves upon the kitchen floor;
treasures in your beating chest;

tales of way and wow and woe;
tales of passion
tales of ‘go’

all of it,
none of it,
strong or light:

a moment ago,
I wanted to write.

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Poetry

Poetry,
like inspiration from a seed,
scent
away to a heavenly place.

Heavenly words.

You smell of
fresh-cut roses.
I put you in a vase.

You envelope;
gasp
into the glass haven;
grow
as poetic branches
shudder
and
shatter
the shards.

Your vines
embellish
the kitchen counter;
awaken
the sombre stove:

a light.

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Trussed in a Daze

Mind.

fragment.

Drive

into the blue abyss,

dreamlike,

stare into her red eyes.

Rise.

Follow crimson octagonal signs.

Go.

Trace his green outline.

Chase:

blue haze meets you;

how true.

Purple temptress seduces you;

yellow light draws you

but

white

darkness

comforts you away

and you come back

anew.

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For Goodness sake

For Goodness sake

For interest sake

What does poetry look like on this site?

I hesitate

I dare to shake

You look at me

and scream

Whoo wee

Instead

I drop salt gum drops on

your head

and you sprinkle sugar

instead

Thanks

Looks like I was wrong

Should have known it all along!

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