Clunk

All it does is a clunker. Still,
     the hammer loves the anvil

as only it can…

(Un)certainty

In the morning I craved clarity

but the day offers none.

The further I step into this fog, the fuzzier

mileposts of what to and when to become.

Clean-cut lines

are dreams I daren’t have.    

That Song

You know the time that shiver

of a song

brushes all over your goose bumps that

you push back two inspired tears 

and still the shout of your soul   

from burbling madly into the orange air?

Don't stop, Janet

don’t stop.

Animation

Because you weigh your life in your hand

and it is a broken shell

because your voice has lost its teeth

you intone

to the breeze

‘you’re a goddess brushing past’, and

to the sky, ‘peace

cannot be bluer’

and to those bones, your dreams

‘you will find flesh

and live’.   

Search

Still in darkness, I am the fool who

believes in bottled sunlight. If only

I could find the right stopper,

the right rune or incantation:

surely, then

the light would keep.  

Curse

By the ancient binding of rebirth on the moon

your bond shall be ageless and true

by the changeless breakers that yearn for the shore

your spirit shall seek no other

by the belly of the earth that churns with fervour

your blood shall burn for no other.

Earth shall churn and the moon shall ever

hurl breakers to the shore

and you shall yearn and burn. 

Old Water

We are fated to tread old water,

To drink from the same poisoned cups.

The treasures of the old ones will soon be ours,

Their memories lost and reborn to hum anew.

Tragic, comic, or even fantastic, your story

Has been told elsewhere – your dreams

Have shone in the eyes of another.