As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Tuesday, November 29, 2011


Love is
            Love is swallowed like a sin
            That tastes like savage storms
            Love is a hostile condition
            That ignores touch and comfort
            Love won’t request your desire
            Or call for your company
            And love won’t beg for forgiveness
            Because love has a mouth
            That is empty
            Love will be the last to leave
            Lingering in dark corners
            Love is never complete
            And love won’t complete you
            Love won’t let you love
            Or forgive
            Or forget
            Because love will rip life from your grasp
            Without question or reason
            Love will feed on your attention
            Desiring a waveless heart beat
            Turning it into a place full of mess
            Love is a panicked beast
            That will gorge on your soul
            The questioning in your mind
Love is

Sunday, November 27, 2011

What I Want

Deep green valleys
Whisper damp secrets
To jump from shade to shadow
Freedom is my passenger
Pushing me towards sunsets
That clutch onto the hand of darkness
Freedom wants to go to places
I have never been
Where speckled stones
Pave out paths
And the warmth of the sun
Will wander with our courage
Freedom has woven me a scarf
Blowing rainbow threads
That drape around my throat
Colours get caught in my gaps
Where sunlight breaks
Freedom waits with me
Freedom waits

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Dimly sensed thought

We sit beneath the woody sky
Watching the light slowly fade
The flowing golden thread
Drifts towards the night
And my brother stands
Sharing whispers of
Moving mountains
That he can’t shift
Dusty flames dance
Before us
And we spin blue bottles
Sending shards of darkness
Into the winters breath
And flickers of light into our
Shivering hearts
We wait for the cracks to open
And the first cleansing
To wash
Away the lingering dream

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Reflections of your spring

I see jasmine blossom
In the nape of your neck
Its buds bursting open
Like you have woken spring
It creeps choking your spine
Tangling round your waist
And gropes your shoulder
I taste your luscious nectar
Drowning me with sweetness
I am drunk on you
I smell your scent
In each breath you exhale
I fold into your slow rhythm
I want to inhale all of you
So I too become spring

Wednesday, November 23, 2011


His unwashed hair
Clutch to the pages
My blindness
Sees his scarred vision
He is no longer alone
I lock into his falling look
Desiring his selfish blue eyes
I don’t know who I would be
Without knowing him
Favouritism now exists
And he is my exception
The sideways glance
And the silence in between
Feeling like a shadow
Or something lost
He slowly fades
He is my reflection

play me

you smash my heart 
       with a steel hammer
and all that remains is an olive green cloth

Sunday, November 20, 2011

fallen world

Over crowded
Crowd over

She looks down
                         Like shoes hung                   
From an overhead wire
                 Doing pirouettes through
         The clouds and distant sky

                    Shadows play tug of war
    With her silver steps
                Like a possessive wall
That’s cemented in thin air
    She floats along the path
                          Of hidden glory
                                                                                 The measurable beat
                                   Drowns the thumping heart
The step won’t change

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Monday 7.11

Thunder cut through 
The silent 3.33am
Rain fell breaking the dry
Dream splits and we fall
Into the tissue papered water
Ghosts settle between us
Wearing masks
And red dresses
Wearing red lips
Men who are women
Who long to be men
No familiar faces
Except yours
Stillness between us
Courthouse champagne
And a forgetful woman
Shadows caught between us
You don’t cast darkness
But images are wept
As rain brings the dawn
And broken umbrellas
Hang in the cupboard