A word.

A word.
Whispering. Slithering.
In your ear.
A maggot inside. Twisting in its warning wrath.

Can you hear?
A blockage, Berlin’s wall.
Stones and a giant, Goliath.
Above you. Fall.

Body a wriggling worm
Inside you still a very core.
A being, admit your shadow inside
a closed tulip, yet petal’s stood tall.


If you’d just listen, surely it’d be clear.
Surely you could feel it all.

Infidelity in the night sky

I spied a handful of sugar
And you sweeter, full of spice.
Shoke me up,
Baked me down
In a kitchen of life.

Squeezed bitter lemon juice
And despising eyes
Reckless truths
Are we merely words or lies?

Beneath the table top
Lies a sheet and yet blank of your scrawl
It’s all over my lips.
Cover them in gloss, quick!
They will not go amiss.
Unless they find out, the truth

It’s a trick.

A verse

For you
I run
To the merry hills,
Through darkness,
Photographic stills,
Or lightening caressed hills. 

For you
My word may
Fall
For you I may tear apart it all 
To you, I am written, still. 

Marching and twisting
With the taste between your tongue
My heart flicked its
Beats and your veins
Alit as our blood raced
And overtook and won.

Turning, intrigued
At the sight
Or spite of lightening,
At the weaven leaves in the foreign forest tree
The sight of everything anew to me
And we overtook starlit ceilings
And terraced cottage roofs
Underneath us flowing rivers
And our blood, loose.

It was with the greatest delight we found ourselves there. Entanglement of two. Our conjoined wires of soul, the repetitive beats of our two overlaced hearts, and our frost bitten lips perhaps sinking into our own pits of lust.
It was with the morning light, when it flicked across our faces we would awake and apart. Our destinations the similar and same throughout this each cockerel call, repeated and shallow. “Breathe. Just breathe.” was the repeated word in which ran through my head as my muddy shoes would launch into a march across marsh.
You were the mirage of sight, the light strewn along my neural pathway. The type of invisible cobbles, still just slightly sunken under pools of blue. You filled my head with its angst and rage yet your light the guiding force, to which like a child I just wanted to cling to.

I thought back on a time, where we writ with flowing pens and tapped our feet on blue carpets. Where we tapped the desk in anticipation, or with our sighing boredom, but then collided into our nighttime dreams.

I’d look intently at the details, the watch on the boys wrist, the shape of his fingers, thinning fingernails. And our rock music, the sound track to it all. The soundtrack to our summer highs, and colluding us with our winter blankets in harsh breezes. There’s nowhere else I’d rather now be. 

Trying to talk to him with my invisible stutter, tongue moving, pushing, daring against firmly closed lips. They didn’t want me to, them in my mind. ‘Not good enough.’ I fought and fought for him to hear me.

And then, the fantastical days when, Breakthrough! And I’d stutter down pencil cases, a hurricane met with a dashing smirk. And so it’s just because of that, of how I’m now in this entanglement, and that how then you drew me alit, your dreamy gazes of magpie eyes, glinting in the stars. I look up for them sometimes, I look up for them still. 

Under his shoes lay a hidden door trap, behind the curtains, weapons lay in his bowler’s hat
Magic tricks and whisperings mixed
He played his game of Chinese
And our faults slapped us to our knees.

He had the mind frame of the devil
Yet still God’s glory and ease
And he practiced his magicians trick, until all of his heart was pleased.
And we repeated the words, what he wanted to hear,
Marianne shouted no longer still, ‘you infuriate me, push me to the brink of uncontrollable, to the violent sorts of explosions of love’
But now gave a triumphant cheer.

And we all ran forward through to the cave
And lay behind us hearts, scattered leaves
hip hip hoorays as we flew into our daze.