I am a flower pot Tumbling down the table, I still shatter in your palms As you try to catch me; Now we’re both bleeding world’s sucking our tongues while the galaxies around us burst open into nothingness My mouth is a sex fluttering like the butterfly in your belly It crawls down your abdomenContinue reading “Demise (#15)”
Tag Archives: dreams
The Gardner
The Gardner – that made me, you and the bellowing universe amidst a poetry of Creation, a scream of magnificence.
Of Silly Ruminations
I want to be an openness bending at the tip of the sunlight falling on my back. But I’m also afraid of burning in my own fire. I carry my hostilities like a poet who adores perspiring on a hot sunny afternoon in the arms of an old monument that houses some grand secrets onlyContinue reading “Of Silly Ruminations”
A Melting Tangerine (#8)
It’s a touch I recognise and swallow – a strawberry taste/ a bathing tide/ a summer scream.
Wonder (#7)
I remain a sinner seeking heaven – an irony dodging misery only to write poems on it.
Of Summer Sighs & Wishful Graves
Her mouth is a language you know all too well, but beneath it is a forest that gardens its own warmth, a hope that eats itself because it has never been fed.
Epidermis (#5)
But I’m deranged in places that don’t exist loud enough.
A Heavy Summer (#3)
I think of all the pages dying every night in the grave of your spit.
The Language of Words (#2)
People often talk about the ground slipping from under their feet, but have you ever felt it slipping right back?
In the Shadows of a page
A poster and a thought.