The importance of play

Gravity becomes us,
if we let it
earth shredding cells down
years after we build them up
figured out the length of a heartstring,
taut and tender to snapping,
atmosphere burned it on the way
our bodies let us down
eventually.

While we are here,
let us look to the smallest blade of grass
in its innocence.
Dancing to the wind,
bouncing insect vibrations
crunch a frosted morning tiptoe
from a toasty morning fire
Let your wired mind dance over
every pretty little thing
create a game and live it
like your life depended on it,
sibling, it does.

Roll your shoulders and your eyes back
enjoy orgasmal groupings,
there's a trust in us dependent on the
warmth of endless floooopeeees,
remember den of tiger cubs, of kittens and of bears,
Where the wild things become,
are where the humans lose their cares
their worries swing by in a tree
upside down, head in dirt
the mudrats found their freedom,
We need these times, these moments
of forced geniality,
playfulness is godliness
the mindset of endless liberty.

Faith-bone.

It still takes me by surprise
like birds who forget the sunrise by night
They awaken
        delighted to the earth becoming
        what they knew it was all along,
the dark period is gone now
they sing,
get excited guys, we are still alive.

Clockwork beating of the heart,
A little faster the day after
           like my mind is racing
                       sweaty palms
           to harness first the memory,
           transpose it into poetry,
           sprint a mile in my reverie
bags packed,
lids heavy,
this steady return to life.

I can no longer pretend we
don't know what we're doing.
When the crew comes back from
                far-flung places,
                the universe written
                on their faces
in laugh lines,
                erased negativity,
in open arms
to the wider community,
what started 19 parties ago
remains
and my faith-bone, it grows.

It is true.
We've become a cult
of the highest order,
          acceptance breeds acceptance
          connected in our presence,
shoulders broad to build more
foundations
of sweaty inspiration.
The old city moults off me,
4 million blameless of push and shove,
I see no longer strangers
just soul's capacity for love.

You are,
what you want most,
a note I've learned through kindness.
Though lonely on the road to change
it's within you every time,
               to choose this stranger as your neighbour
               to choose this time to show your colours
               to cover this cement and mortar place
with your fortified shine,
your hopeful grace,

There is a different way,
You showed me,
There is a different way.

Subway Submit

another's grief settled

under my skin 

yes/terday

no more tough love

              grin and bear it 

              aspirations

simple submission of the highest degree

snotty sobbing on a train

desperately

failing

at 

keeping it together again

a single stranded stranger

wishes me well 

six     m  o  n  t  h  s    hence she whispered

it might look different, 

rest your weary head now kid, 

it gets better

under cover loneliness

though lowness is no shame

with all this heavy rain

creating soggy graves and sunken brains

I can/not justify this

sinkhole

put    on    yer
  happy         face, love

it ain't that bad

grizzly drunkard gives me his leering tumble
nervous tick develop
at a centuries-old gaze
forget forget
this proprietary theft
wash clean of it

halfway to drowning in a lukewarm bath 

benzobody numb 

swollen glands 

wrinkled hands

pull myself up

grit my teeth

remembering

death is not pretty

Broken Glass / Angry Fist

woke up
swallowing
broken glass shards
pieces of congealed blood
dried mouth flavour
nightmares and forgetfulness

visions of splendid rage
fill fists just barely contained
at my side
gun under my chin
an idea i used to believe in
the eternal struggle

medicate
drink
slap on pharmaceutical bandaids and
pray for reprieve

I lost a heartbeat
somewhere in
the dumbing mist
don't know where i put it
somewhere between
ongoing concern
broken organs
a death in the family
these angry fists

lose a few more
dreams my self destruction
wait for enough space between beats
that life force is drained
stress is yesterday's problem
and you no longer have a body

i swallowed broken glass and razor bladed dreams today
felt them lodge
near my rotten gut
loosen shelf of smoke
deep breath in
hold it forever
stop the pushing
stop the pushing

Warmheart

when we recognise what is pulled to the surface
from the depth of our character
when like a magnet, lover attracts
this colour-bound side of us,
is it you who creates my happiness
that creates my flat sadnesses
them that creates us, validates us
make within the universe space enough for us to
be ourselves

no

what in those people do we inspire
be it a burning skinscar
sleepless nights or a
fire so deep inside they
cannot stop smiling
warm spills over and touches each arteried finger
all i can remember
is that once organs felt made of
steel
where now they are made of melting
that music was made of fear
is now made from celebration

nothing left between the lines
to read into
nothing more than calm bliss
a state i've felt just once
my first love,
used to spread warmth too

he had hair just like you
the same dimpled lip
eyes that bore into me
like the core of my being was
the most precious

rusty venom
in my skin, igniting fierce
mental conversation
hatred burning like spiced cinnamon
false perspectives
false pedestals

all along
this softness,
this flesh of patchouli and grace
this menthol-based tastebud reached
in between our embrace for
just enough time for a snowflake to die
delicate
obscure
divine

less obsession with death and darkness
it will surely come
the past brings it kicking
to the forefront of Anyone's mind
remember remember
what you built of yourself
when presence was the only obsession
when love the only concession
what a mess you've let it crumble to
what a mess you've swallowed and bowed unto
what a mess

you haven't a clue
how many times i've killed myself
inside
the sweetest pleasure to deny yourself a future
get out of jail free car
sitting on the overpass
fuck this farcical existence
i'd rather fade into oblivion
quietly without a shade of colour
and you,
might finally celebrate.

so here's the thing
about swings and roundabouts
they get you no where
going soundly in circles til
mind is wrapped up
i'm nothing more than a walking arsehole
with shit for a mouth
all energy sucked
all love burned out
fuck
everything
i care too much
for things that aren't there
i read between lines
on a grid
leaving my brain riddled
with false everythings
why are you even talking to me
why does this carry on
relentlessly

just throw me a bone already
or bomb
line my coffee
with poison
and be done.