To Spoon The Dragon

 

 

 

his eyes pin cushion the nod

I place blankets of sigh and crawl into his side

curled my body in spoon

he feels the fake steel of my handle

no comfort in the spoon of love

I am stabbed by the motionless numb

of his body

I slide back  like emptiness

into the night

Come morn

as the sun chisels light

through the pane

its touches of warmth

to forehead

like a mothers palm

scorching skin

in  sweats of cold shiver

he writhes like snake shedding skin

his rise a scream

that wakes the dawn

Here the tortures of the day begin

hanging skin beneath his crow picked eyes

as the dragon

spreads its wings

ripping his skin apart

ribs break in crackle

like plastic bubble

his gut splits

like the roots of trees

being torn from the earth

left hanging from the dragons nails

he retched into his coffin body

this is my lover he cries dead of eyes

breathes deep the toxic breath

of the dragon

and like tiny vampire bites of blood

drips

from my mind

in beatings of helplessness and love

my heart is swallowed

in one last hit

as I watch in horror

the black and blue

if only my eyes

for his body slumps

like a rag doll

he lays numb

dead

in a spoon

of dirty hits

and lies

RIP

In my spoon of fetal curl

I still hold the memory of you

in my sleep

before the dragon came

(in memory of you)

Fireworks

fireworks of sound

explode the cold water that rains down my pane

fireworks of colour

explode my silence that runs empty in my soul

fireworks distant

like I am within myself

echoed in a dark well

of cold water

exploding

like fireworks

I shiver

in loneliest place on earth

I stand watching the fireworks

in the  centre

of my heart

 

Pirate Hearts Treasures

we are delicate

in kiss

torn in tragedy

like webs

tattered and  torn

we hold strong to the storms

feeding sorrows with words

filling our oceans

with the sails

of our hearts

we search for love

 

we are delicate

in touch

in lust

we are thrown

hard against the rocks

cold

nerves raw edge

sharpened

we are skinned alive

like a rape

we drown

without love

swallowing the assault

the grief

the selling of our souls

we fight to breathe

surface

feeling old and worn

our hostage hearts

held to the ransom

of our pirate ways

Sadness

 

the sadness of the rain

always falling

cold

cold cold water

that runs down my pane

that rains over me

and fills my eyes

with memories of you

as I leave

each time

with only my hands

empty

of your hold

and the rain

falling

always falling

filling me

a well of you

and down

down

down

I go

falling into the coldness of water

that fills my heart

my bones

my skin

my mind

filling me a well

of your ness

and the sadness

of the falling rain

leaves

your leaves on me

empty

as starless nights

in ebony eyes

my tears fill and fall

Like a fractured spine

screaming

I crawl out of my skin

left hanging

stripped

like a bark less tree

I am all that is and has been

yet

there will always be

the leaves on me

of your fall

from my limbs

where you used to hold

onto me

remember

what i said to you

when there was this need to be free

go for a season

but come back to me

and moonless you left me

a season passing

and I in spoon

always there

for you

to feed

now

tears are my leaves that fall

for you have gone pass

the four seasons

and I am

once again

a rootless tree

your leaves on me

empty

Freedom Fighter

not enough movement

my eyes summersault

the cell

in my mind

finds a loop hole

in the law of nature

freedom fighter

am I

not 

even in my own blood 

i spill

myself across the floor

marbles 

injected 

with so many doubts 

I spoon in the lost 

and wonder about the found 

will I ever be 

I touch myself 

a fire

of so many bridges burnt

beneath

the dandruff ash

my skin 

the cold winds hands

stroke like a ghost 

till only a flicker of glow

can be seen

in the cell

of the minds eyes

a summersault

in motion  

of thoughts passing by

freedom  

little bird

words

steaming my windows

in empty promises

i sit alone

assaulted by your words

I fold my wings

there is a little bird

inside of me

singing softly

memories

of flight

Grey

deep breaths

behind the curtain

calls

of low key

ebony plays

a tinker of white

we are not

what we say we are

we are not

what we say we are

the white frost of your eyes hard

locked into the

dark deep ebony

of play

calling out

we are not what we say we are

In a world of multitude chords

screams your violin heart to me

as I bow down

the kiss of cold frost melts

in your eyes

playing I am not what I say I am

I am not what I play I am

I am

a multitude of chords

rippling the waters of reflective thoughts and memories

placed in my mind

I hold my breathe

I dive into my drug

by those who threw the stones before me

and here melting into my ebony eyes

is the white frost of your glare

melting an inter racial stare of grey despair

and we will forever be

not what we say we are

In The Dark

guilty kisses

behind friends backs

in the shadows

banjos sax perfect little sounds

in back alleys

guilty kisses

eyes linger

behind your best friends back

please

forget me

after

this last kiss

beneath the moon

left to the dark side

these guilty kisses

sting

like a bee

tastes of honey

dribble with intrigue

mis loved

mis placed

forgotten

Not

these guilty kisses

never playing the same track

hands skinned raw

touch

in passing

moments

in the dark

tongues don’t talk

explore

lusty laughs

of guilty kisses

Take your meaningless

back to your belongings

and leave me

with the left behinds

the pleasures are mine

guilty kisses

in the dark

The Wishbone

I walk the morrow 

in my sorrows of today

a feather boa of tears

fall

my wings fail me

wounded 

heartbeats caged

in promises 

of forever

you always broke off

the longest end 

of the wishbone