faster we spin
and faster
shit
look at us
grief swamps
his
lungs, drowning
gentle words
before they land
… one
worry spins
your
gut, flinging
help aside till
care flakes brittle
… two
rage boils
our
muscles, curdling
nascent smiles
while seeding hate
… three
wild glee bloats
their
hearts, spiralling
blinding peaks
torn apart from ‘we’
… four
faster we spin,
stretched –
fraying, torn
fragmented
breathing…
in
out
eyes open
we
in out
eyes open
and they
in out
eyes open
as one
our world
exhales
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All categories and themes
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Regulator Cracked
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Stones
one in the throat
smooth and round
choking adamantine
imperviousone in the belly heavy
misshapen
sharpish corners prod
intrudingone at the feet
sinking
into sucking mireyet still
scope tickles
deep
at sparking corerolling these stones
carefullynurturing
opalescent gems
become self
-
Tears
I want
to
cry…
but I
can’t
remem
ber
how to
cry
I just
sit
and I
stare
bathe
my
eyes
in
the
air
to
sting
tears
fall
ing
-
senryū 5
Cockatoo at Halls Gap in the Grampians raucous shouts swoop in
tree twigs pelting on my head –
hmph… bloody cockies!
-
Panacea
and sin bleeds
leaching into
the paper-thin vessels
of the mind’s
patterning
colour sickening
your sin?
his sin?
a sin within?
immaterial
life sickens with it
the loathsome shade
disease-mottled fruits
spreading a sticky
veil
restorative dormant
shy elusive compassion
reaching out
and inward
to forgive
to melt the veil
room again
to breathe
-
NPC (?)
happening again
(Whoah, déjà vu!)…
Last night’s fragmented fever dream
Unfolding here upon the screen
That ‘Supporting Actor’, see
Watch closely now, I think that’s me!
programme glitching
fourth wall drawing in
which reality in
fraying duality?
A curious window glimmers there
Unthinkable to leave a chance so rare
Watch now, another sidewise step
An opening beckons back of set…
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Unbeing
I walk in darkness
beneath a fathomless blue, cold
to the glare of a deceitful sun
I turn to nearby laughter,
a dark veil telescoping
the space between
I watch in numbness
apart from myself, unable to touch reality
from my two-dimensional void
I am a cardboard cut-out
A shadow puppet dancing
to a tune I can no longer hear
Would that I could snip the wires,
for just one breath…
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