Writing is daydreaming on paper.CloudsWriting is daydreaming on paper. in Free Verse More Like This
turn to cursive
bright light of Big Bang
laid out for ideas, the futurepoem,
from wandering pens. Here is the mind,
the guest of reality.
Billboard Of ButterfliesTrapped technicolour heavens,Billboard Of Butterflies in Free Verse More Like This
Ayuhuasca stuck in a crystal flat.
The angels were clipped at the carnival,
rebranded as homo inevectus.
Those feelers will never find the nectar-nirvana,
because those without wings
had to trap the moment. Fair doos.
13pm: Have a spiritual epiphany.
Science glances at the corkboard dissecting table,
wondering what it would have been like
to see those genesis' fly.
What a shame,
such is the mystery
of steel nets,
The World cries in the dark.
A Pile of Exiled LeavesLook:A Pile of Exiled Leaves in Free Verse More Like This
under their father's roots,
oven-baked by progress
they stare at the stars,
ponder over their photosyn thesis'
and wonder where they'll land next.
Dry veins bringing
drought to the cuticle,
the rivers sprawling
like cobwebbed fingers
scratching cellulose into
eczema of the upper epidermis,
dirt-ink sketches bleeding softly
to the frayed edge of
where Death took his scissors
and cut oblong hearts
from Life and into
the frigid air.
curled up in amber wrinkles,
a million Queens of Spades
who played dead for too long.
Bird Feather Falls Peculiarly, July 2014 (8th)White boat stays horizontalBird Feather Falls Peculiarly, July 2014 (8th) in Free Verse More Like This
in semi-stillness known to shatter
unlucky leaves and seeds.
Soft bowl maneuvers
into being the flowerhead
of a shaven grasspiece.
Peach JuiceA cloud godPeach Juice in Free Verse More Like This
spilled his sun-glass of
peach juice across the sky,
the orange frothed into
heavenly Morse code.
The solar drink thinned
into a beard-grey
until the dome was
a glass-black sea,
an uneaten celestial crisp.
#f9b177The distracting oblivion#f9b177 in Free Verse More Like This
peels off the plaster
and shows the peach walls underneath.
There is a new paint
being put on,
and it is called Tomorrow.
Sky-Forge SighingThe molten cloud-ironSky-Forge Sighing in Free Verse More Like This
flares in the dusk-topaz
light, sky forge sighing,
cooling into cloud-grey
and star-studded coal.
#bfe2eeclouds lie back#bfe2ee in Free Verse More Like This
in weariness after
a long trek across
on the way home,
a stationary train
chugs out the human equivalent.
The Local Loch, August 2014 (27th), BI enter the trees.The Local Loch, August 2014 (27th), B in Free Verse More Like This
Between the dozing leaves,
hugging canopy and soothing shade
I awe at a swan bathe.
Cruiseliner, white, pure, naked
graceful, living china.
Seven others chat by the hidden soil shore.
They see me, spread out ornamentally,
politely move away
and then fly
with curved ceramic blades
ready to pierce gravity’s oppression.
I've found Peace.
Crocus CroakingThe petalsCrocus Croaking in Free Verse More Like This
swam out into the air
like lilac canoes
and opened up the flower,
a hexagonal giftbox.
A trumpet of jonquil
blasted out pollenpunk
from the feathery-flame-flourish freckling
the nectar-sweet curves seducing
insectopia to rest on
the golden-heartstring-tower harping
its amber-orange-loud song,
the vocal chords from a white stalk
(the handle of a purple footed stamen-sticky lollipop)
croaking and croaking,
croaking and croaking from spring
for the bumblebees.