Future fuses

Trying to steal your future away.
Landing on the moon to paint it blue
Feeling the floor, years before; where you once imagined dreams may lay.
Licking desert trees that stick with thorns.
Climbing buildings to fall once more.
Trying to love you, to be let in.
Hesitation now pulls me back.
Humming like a neon freight train.
Ten miles in the wrong direction.
Come down. Come down in time and sit as we talk it over.
The fruit pips of confession stick in your teeth.
We leave the troubles where they fall and jump a plane.
Faster than light we pulse to new terrain.
Punching holes in the wall of time.
Singeing the soul of god (sighing silently).
As the world now revolves around us.
Spinning the wheels of fate with saccharin,
with all but our eyes closed.

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Instinct (feeling)

Illuminating, another dream. A waking life of happenstance.
Caught in your collapsing eyes, a scorched dream.
That empty coffee cup. That missed train.
Find me there.
Calling to you in a voice only God can hear.
The type of sound you can expect only at Christmas.
With choral tunes and awaiting disappointment.
Feelings. Stopped. Frozen for another time.
Frozen, in the summer rain that you hold me under.
I am the moth that flew back to the mountain.
The dragon under foot with a thorn in its side.
I am the love we had that fell into the ocean.
Lost forever in an indifferent tide.

IMPERFECT, IMPERMANENT AND INCOMPLETE

She walked steadfastly onto the platform, her mind a buzz with silent yearnings to hear her name again over the muffled crowd. But it did not come. So she stood on the platform waiting for the train as a tear ran silently down her cheek. Only when the train had arrived and she’d boarded did she glance back to where she had left her.

She was nowhere to be seen….

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And though a part of her would always be incomplete, she smiled in that moment, knowing that she would never be more beautifully damaged in a thousand lifetimes; and never wanted to be anything else.


Taken from ‘Imperfect, Impermanent and Incomplete’. Part of the short story collection ‘An Impermanence of things’ – Out now in eBook and Paperback.

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Home

She sits alone as the twilight encases everything.
The end of a night that offered little in the way of change.
She carries a sadness with her, down the escalator and into the train.
An unpicked flower that danced at the wall.
Bating those eyes with all the world to devour.
Those lines on her tights that follow a path to another solitary bed.
Sheets that will smell only of her, and a mind left free from interference.
Where does she travel to on these tracks?
With those unkissed lips.
Those eyes that contain a secret reason for her circumstance.
I watch her go, out the doors and into the cold tunnel to the surface.
Stalking in death strides to a land I never wish to return.

Sea salt on my skin

Not looking for anything to interrupt this morning.
Yet came it did.
Hurried through these bones like a freight train.
Cutting me deep.
Such hurt on the telephone.
Transistor tears and unravelling years.
Wiping away tomorrow.
Those words.
Not letting me.
Melted down like mediocrity.
One wish was to take me to higher ground.
To say goodbye.
As the waves lapped at my feet.

Little terrors

Once upon a night, when his mother had gone to bed.
Sam took a loaded gun, and aimed it at his head.
He did this for reasons that were many and few.
And you would have done the same, if only you knew.
What had become of Sam and the nightmares in his brain.
The horrors that sped into his soul, faster than a train.
He had tried to subdue them, pretending they weren’t real.
But they’d come all the same, leaving no other appeal.
But to end his life and to disappear completely.
So he tied up his world, and ended it so neatly.
He closed his bedroom door, and took a sip from his glass.
Placed it on the table, then watched the clock till ‘quarter past.
The midnight hour, when the ghouls were at their most.
The demons that terrorized him. The sad haunting ghosts.
He placed the gun in his hand, shot once after praying.
Fell to his knees, as another innocent slaying.
For Sam wasn’t mad, and he wasn’t even crazy.
Sometimes he was wrong, and definitely lazy.
But the devil was alive and well, and spoke to him every hour.
Wanted him to do these things, and made his dreams so sour.
But Sam was just unhappy, and mentally possessed.
And he saw this his only ending, because he was so depressed.

Black matted fur

This feeling is gaining momentum, speeding like a bullet train I want to derail.
Don’t talk to me world in Japanese.
Last night, there was everything and nothing.
Trickling down before the avalanche.
I want to dig you out, I want to hold you up. I want to disappear into you in a moment and come out blessed.
Covered then uncovered.
Wearing a crown.
But the truth is most disturbing, it horrifies me.
Out of the dark, from the shadows that sweep and seduce, the creature came.
It carries you away.
Last night I saw you weep, and I could do nothing.
Out of your window, I see the poles being hoisted.
The trunk of the tree they are using to support the scaffolding groans in the night.
The darkness masks their deeds.
An untimely but justly death, my body will swing before dawn.
The creature has dropped you now; your blood was too sweet for it.
Its mouth is dripping with your past, blood smeared with virginal innocence.
How could this take place and I still be breathing?
I offer the creature my skull, it smashes down into blackness.