Nobody’s wife

Buried in her silent bones.
Runs a river as strong as the Ganges.
Where she sails tiny ships, across the great divide.
For that river leads to a singular heart.
Beating, fleeting on miles in your minutes.
Racing to get away.
Allergic to gold and decay.
Forever, married only to tomorrow.

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Way to your heart

What keeps us warm when the rain covers all?
What brought us here, what was our fall?
Who keeps you safe when the fires smoulder on?
Who is your light, keeping you strong?
Which god do you turn to when pain wastes your heart?
Who leads you back, right to the start?
I fired a shot out into the nothingness.
Into the void, that cold strange abyss.
I cried for you when the pain drew near.
Yet you keep me away in sad lonely fear.
Where do you go when world leaves you cold?
What do you do when your dream isn’t sold?
Who dries your eyes when tears corrode the gold?
When you realises, it’s all as you have been told?
I’ll make a bed for you inside me.
I’ll keep you safe, contented and free.
I’ll breathe the trust in where it belongs.
And I will love you just like I have all along.

You know who you are

Beneath the trouble and the trauma.
Where the spirits of all you ever wanted to be do dwell.
Lies heavy opportunity.
Have you seen?
Did you know?
There is a chance for you and me.
Those dreams wrapped in gold and cotton cloth.
Rubbed on the chest of righteous men who wore such burden.
They unhooked the stars for us.
Gave blood, and lied for us.
Passed on into the void but left such light.
Lay down on the ground. Listen to the earth sigh.
Catch moments and dragonflies.
Roll this word on your tongue till it melts.
‘NOW’
Take down the black night and roll up the misery.
Trap the sadness in the frozen ice below.
We are yet to begin (and I know).
I know you want the same.
Close your eyes and start to believe.
Sugar sweet belief.

Gold in the blood

Red rain, falling like sulphur.
Staining the world and the paper people.
Fold, recycle, cut and paste.
A papercut on this heart, opening for the light.
Blow your love into my brain.
Mist my eyes and let me slip into a miasmic dream.
Heady and concentrated.
Addiction is my latest mission.
Feeling you pin prick my fingertips.
You rock, paper, scissor me out.
Winning through with luck and bad taste.
Sending stinging sensations through my blood.
Singing me to sleep with a silent orchestra.
You banish the ghosts from these cobwebbed chasms.
Empty of love and anything bright.
No we dance in the sun, shining like silver and precious stones.
You weigh me down with this gold you shoot into my veins.
Holding me secure, better than gravity, for fear I would float away.

Begin the end

You wipe this across me, smearing my soul.
Reasons dipped in the oil of old.
Setting fire to what was constructed in that cathedral heart.
Burn those books.
Too many voices and words that itch your eyes.
Wonderful illuminated choices.
So many options to despise.
You crumble away our past like a mosaic mountain.
Shifting each rock with the ones you throw.
Opinions that hurt, your augmented ammunition.
Laying waste to my field of reprieve.
Never a victim of happenstance.
A martyr all the same.
Bowing to your own reflected idol, hung up in gold and wood.
Or the blue that bruises my world.
Leaving a mark of departure, etched on my skin for an eternity.

Distasteful discourse

White wished and such a novelty.
Flick my brain with golden fingers.
Graduated those teenage years.
Valedictated to such sublime circumstance.
Holding me back. Pulling me down.
Devour me with your speech.
Hold your breath with dramatic repose.
Shuffled feet and ruffled feathers.
Your ideologies are bad for my health.
A smoker’s cough of countenance.
Magic poison.
Leaving me wanting.
Withdrawing
Whitewashed grey matter and bleached teeth.
Kiss it; it’s dying.

A Gathering storm

Golden wasted time, frozen in the sand.
Crystallized from a moment with that lightening from above.
Wasting such moments, spinning my wheels around.
There is a gathering storm.
Where the wolves howl and lick at my door.
Itching to get in from the rain.
The hair on my skin rises, the moon tide retreats.
All clicking tongues talk of conditions.
Throwing opinions with such malice.
Static air lifts my eyes, allowing me to see the future.
Down the road less travelled by.
Out of the woods and out of the storm.
Cutting free from the roots and the dangling carrots.
Lest I fall once more to the ground, and drown in the rising waters.
Of the storm that comes whirling out from within.
Born of the idle choices of circumstance.
And the rushing clouds of ruination.

Dirt

Down the garden, over the wall.
Quick like a cat, careful not to fall.
Into the dirt Toby dug.
His nails all black, his fingers snug.
With haste and intent the rocks were hurled.
Over his shoulder, out of this world.
He dug fast and deep, it had to be.
As wide as the ocean, as deep as the sea.
For into the bottom he placed his treasure.
And though he felt safe, he took no pleasure.
To fill in that hole, and cover for a lifetime.
This was a precaution, his own tiny lifeline.
For it wasn’t gold, or silver he hid.
It was something most precious he wanted protected.
For down in the ground by the worms was his heart.
Before it got stolen. Before it all fell apart.

Auric swim

And in that moment, where the world dripped off my fingertips.
I dipped my feet into that golden pool.
Circling to find what I’d always known.
You were the koi that darted between my feet.
Winking at me in the fullest moon.
Those transient days of youth, when all the world was but a dream.
Now I see you there still.
Smiling a sadness that wonders what it all became.
A silver ship upon such midas waves.
Floating out to sea.

Offer

Inside my hands, gold and diamonds sparkle.
Their shine fades in your eyes.
Reduced to lead and coal.
Out of my tongue sweet words trickle.
Caught up with cotton candy and sincerity.
Such bitter tastes to your ears.
I offer my heart, the most valued treasure.
And all you see is an organ of despair.
Sounding such sombre music.
With its dying rasps.
Yet still you owe me nothing in return.

Sticky

Soft words like snow in my ear.
Slither into my soul.
Fill me up like honey.
Hold me like a precious treasure.
Keep me safe.
Scrub away those unloves.
The scabs of hurt that taste so bitter.
Count my eyelashes in time to my heartbeat.
Wait for it to skip.
Count me down.
Preserved now forever in your tarred soul.
Stuck like chewing gum to the underside of your heart.

Sink & swim

Washed up on the tide, scorched in tangerine sun. 
Shipwrecked and cynical, like the pirate in your mind. 
You placed it there, you wore it out. 
Alone in that head the reaches back like a cave. 
Echoing into epochs and the seconds of anxious. 
The most agitated state 
Fondled by that well worn hand that caresses.  
Inside the box of lost and found. 
Stroked like a watermelon. Sucked like a sour feeling. 
Sting the sweet, let it drip on your tongue. 
Rubbing honey across your teeth like a bear. 
Catching bees with bread.  
All deflates, and retracts. 
Sighed out in theatrics and cosmic tears.
Leave it to dry in the sun once more. 
Stretched out like Jesus and the saints in your soul.  
Take the pebbles out of the pockets.  
Replace them with diamonds and blocks of gold. 
Then walk. 
Slowly, and with purpose into the lake of the twinkling now. 

Precious pyrite

Feeling it buzzing, throbbing under my teeth.
Down the roots like a power line.
48 hours and it lingers on.
Blown through this life that grips the earth with white knuckles.
Departure.
Caught between states and train tracks.
Finding the marrow within.
This future state promises such gold.
Smashed down from the gods to rain upon me.
Yet I wash away with it all.
Diluted to a comment on the edge of a tongue.
The thought of the after.
Struck out in fools the gold once thought so precious.
Struggling to shine.

Ash in my mouth

I always run back to you, with my eyes closed.
Remembering the weight of it all.
Your bones in my arms.
A soul wanting to fly.
Your lips find mine and cigarettes singe my soul.
Leaving ash in my mouth.
These dark halls you make me roam, tiptoeing in silence.
Grow narrow and constricting.
Like the love you throw around me.
Circling like smoke.
Falling apart, and left in the cold. Lonely on the filthy streets.
You are the gold that flashes. The carat on the stick I follow.
But you bleed me out.
Gold rushing my love, sieving out the treasure.
(Don’t touch what you can’t afford).
Throwing away my faltering acrobatic anxieties.
Cutting the colours out. Dying them black.
You ask me to fill myself up, with something else.
Something less substantial. The silver of souls.
The tobacco stained parts you give so easily.
That fill me with tar, and are weighing me down.
Sinking into the ocean of you to drown.
Sunken but unique.

Echoes in space

Don’t leave me here with that all over me.
Spinning into cotton spider webs. The dusty Milky Way.
I tried to give you everything, and now I feel diminished.
I don’t know why you’re so cruel to me.
My gold is just as good as anyone’s.
24 carat.
Invisible floating carrots from your Midas touching.
Yet only I see in the blackness it seems.
Left in the dark again. Left out in the coldness of space.
Tired of this fuzzy dream. I’m not those pretty people.
Where do you think this will end?
It seems you’ve travelled light years to escape my questioning, my reasoning and our solar symmetry.
The scrap feasting and bone munching you force me.
All must end.
Spinning my own planet on my fingers tips, as I wave your shuttle goodbye.
No more echoes in space. No screams for which no-one will hear.