Closed, Go Away

Lo, does the world not shift and move,

When you release your focus,

Do the plates not slide,

When you stop,

Does it not bubble, blister and wave,

Eluding to something behind that fragile curtain,

Do you see their trails,

Is it you who holds your own reality.

PerfuME

My fragrance cannot be replicated

It is always with me

It comes from my toil

And from my love

It’s there in the cold

And the heat

It comes from me

And flows onto others

My fragrance is mine

And I am my fragrance

Subversive social commentary

...we’re fucked.

Tunnel vision

The darkness creeps in Again Blood in my mouth Whiskey chaser Cuts on my hand I remember nothing. What happened? I spark the lighter To get some air And push the darkness away. I breath out Just grey All around me grey Different hues through the smoke Depression, sadness, boredom The darkness cowers in the corners Trying to hide The tiniest speck of light Somewhere in the distance.

Grey

I hide behind Dressed up exteriors And dark interiors Hoping I don't notice What I really am So here, see me This is the painting I choose to show Allowing no one to enter the attic And see How scarred Burned And torn The real one is So what you see Is most definitely what you get Because you will never know What's inside this head

Breath

She's only happy in the sun Or in bed My bed We inhale Hold Exhale Push our souls out Through our mouths Share the light And the darkness Share the space Between our touch Feel All there is Care and care not Drifting with purpose.

Begun

I should preface this by saying I'm not sure that it's finished, but I like where it's at and I don't like having to force more words, so it's done for the moment. I learnt to walk, By following the goat on the mountain side. I learnt to see, By watching the hawk high overhead. I learnt to hear, By listening to the lone coyotes howl. I learnt to speak, By talking to the trees. I learnt touch, By floating in the ocean. I learnt of you, By forgetting everything.

What’s for dinner?

It bubbles away

Like a pot in the background

Simmering over flame

It’s almost audible.

Tucked away for safe keeping

In the kitchen

Boiling.

The flavours getting stronger

And stronger

Intensifying.

I can feel the heat

Rising

Roaring

It burst out of the pot

Demanding my attention.

I turn

And there’s only the pot,

Quietly bubbling away.

Marian

That kind of look that just breathes "I know what the fuck I'm doing, And you want it, You want to know". It captures me At the basest most innocent of levels. She stands Forever still In black and white. This wolf at my door.

Summer dress

I trace your shape through it The tops of your thighs Silhouetted, with your back to the sun Your hips Holding it high and holding back the truth Your waist, pulling it in Like the ebb of the tide Your breasts pushing it back Washing it over me I can't stop now. Your neck Bare and fragile Like gold leaf illuminated by that burning star at your back I look closer and watch your pulse for a second or two Wondering how it would feel against my lips A breeze blows Your hair is fire Caught in that slowed wind I taste your perfume on the air Fresh and deep And I'm gone I'm yours and always will be I look down and I see the print And want to leave my prints on it