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.
Littérature Plastique
Music & Literature
My views
Sunday, 16 June 2013
Friday, 17 May 2013
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.
Wednesday, 10 April 2013
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
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
Sunday, 7 April 2013
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
Tuesday, 12 February 2013
Monday, 28 January 2013
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
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