A pane of glass
black with
the night beyond
reflects your
anxious gaze.
Something is
breathing
out there
and it has been
waiting for
you to look.

A pane of glass
black with
the night beyond
reflects your
anxious gaze.
Something is
breathing
out there
and it has been
waiting for
you to look.
reflection ripples
the pilgrim drinks his own face -
sweet like Narsissus.
"Say something beautiful," she pleaded.
"You are a memory and this very moment."
I wandered lonely
as a cloud -
accept I didn't
because this
is England
and a lonely cloud
is so suspicious
that it would have
to be captured
in order to be
studied to make sure
it isn't some kind
of plot devised
by the French.
But soft, what light
through yonder
window breaks,
burning the flesh
from my bones
like a thousand
blazing suns?
Digital Asylum.
Ketamine.
Death is
transcended
by the Eternal -
the Heavens
can still wash
both away.
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Heart Weather -
that feeling you get
when you know a
storm is about
to break in your chest
and there is nothing
you can do to stop it.
Past yesternight waking light
woke those that slept as it crept
across the forest floor as before
over gilded leaf mothers grief
it seeks relief from shallow graves
and beta waves that microphase.
The level
of water
you need to
send a soul
from this world
to the next,
is shallower
than you think.
With unnatural eloquence
Yorik's skull spoke back to Hamlet.
The audience held its breath.
Changing
one platform
for another
didn't make
the game
any easier,
I'm still
stuck at the
outer limits.
Your hand
between my
legs slowly
edging paradise
laughing when
I sink my teeth
into your shoulder
in needy frustration.
Along forgotten paths I discover myself.