a white butterfly of vanilla lies,
flew past me, flutter, flutter, flutter-byes.
take me, let me, on your back i lay.
past winds up high, sarosan greys.
black stem reaches, upon old clouds.
i feel dew, that isn't yet, but will be.
back seat to time, toes stretched touching present.

Read over this like grease flows,
over uncaring grasps on cooked meat.

care like the beep does,
of the reversing tanker lorry-load.

catch me like the net does,
those stray weeds amongst the valued fish.

kill me like the bomb does,
the weeds by the earth blown for mines.

the mind is arched.
heavy and aching.
flickers of light.
they cut the black.
lucky reflections from the surface.
a smile is given at times.

ode to an audience

you wait for release of some text to read,
Some paint on canvas to sit and watch,
A video to play with popcorn to eat
Or some space to wander with a date to impress,
But have a thought for the artist true
For we are all simply mad,
Escaping your zoo.

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In that weak place,
between an old love and unreachable solace.
The voice sings and screams and pulls at strings.
And the hand wants to write the whole heart on sheets to set alight.
But the heart wants to guard the pity, its currency.
So the mind struggles through it’s rising shards of madness,
It will fight
And battles may be won
But the war leaves scars of dried paths,
And they cannot be walked again,
Only watched
As you pass by

so there i was,
with the perfect song
for my lover, my life, my soul.
it talked of all,
the times of old,
but who would i send it to?

life support,
half price today,
inside the daily mail.