Wednesday, 29 July 2020

SURPRISE DELIVERY

BLOOM SO ABRUPTLY

A FIREWORK DISTILLED

INTO A BOUQUET

UNFURLING CHAOS

CONSEQUENTIALLY ON CUE

MADNESS IN COLOURS

ASSERTIVELY VIBRANT

JUXTAPOSED AGAINST 

ONE’S MOOD

ONE POLLEN-COATED TENTACLE

FORLORN FROM THE POTENTIAL OF A THOUSAND

MORE

A TENTATIVE NEST

FREED AMONGST THE ATMOSPHERE

AS PALE AS A BLOATED CLOUD

IMPATIENTLY

A POOL ANTICIPATES DISCHARGE

OF ITSELF

LURES

LIKELY ONLY

THE APPETITE

BELONGING TO THAT 

BUZZING OR CHIRPING

SINGING OR CURSING

BE IT MAY

WHATEVER 

LONGING TO BE QUENCHED

UNTIL A STOMACH

BECOMING A VASE

INCLINED TO CRACK

AT ONCE ERUPTS 

A COLOURFUL PARASITE 

ASCENDS IN ILLUMINATION OF

THE SLEEPING SKY

Friday, 3 July 2020

THE END

THE FISH IN THE POND

FEROCIOUS

AND HARMLESS

PURE OF HEART

IS PUNISHED BY ITS OWN 

OBLIVION

BUT PLEADING 

IT SHALL NOT

FOR EVEN IF 

IT SHOULD BLEED

NOT AS A BEGGAR

IT WOULD HAVE BLED

Wednesday, 1 July 2020

ALIVE ALBEIT AN ASSASINATION

A SCENTLESS FLOWER 

MAKES NO SENSE

FOR IT

A TIME OF DEATH UPON

THE FLOWER ROTS 

INSIDE ITSELF

Sunday, 21 June 2020

CONDITIONED UTOPIA

MY MOTHER STANDS UNDER THE UNPREDICTABLE SKY

IN HER ARMOUR; MY PROTECTION

FOREVER

SINCE BIRTH

A LOTUS BLOOMS INVERTED

FROM THE SKY

AN UMBRELLA

ABOVE WHICH

A SINGLE CLOUD REIGNS SUPREME

A SINGLE DREAM 

ONCE UNFULFILLED

EVOKES HER SUFFERING

SO MUCH SO

MY MOTHER DRENCHED

IN HER OWN TEARS

I SEE MY FACES

MANY OF WHICH I FROWN AT

LOVINGLY

AS IF NOT MY OWN ENEMY

SILENT AND STIFF

STILL AND STUBBORN

INSIDE THEM

STILL STUBBORN

A BIRD FLEES ITS NEST

AS IF IT NEVER NEEDED 

IT

I REALISE

THE WORLD IS NOT JUST BEAUTIFUL

IT IS HORRENDOUS

DUBIOUS COMPROMISES OF PITIFUL WORTHINESS

THE MAGNOLIA SUFFERS MORE THAN YOU

OR LESS THAN YOU

THAT NEEDS NOT MATTER

FOR 

SUFFERING IS NOT A COMPETITION

PERHAPS IT JUST 

SUFFERS

MORE THAN YOU COULD 

EVER IMAGINE

IT PRAYS FOR

AND THAT

IN ANOTHER LIFE

SHOULD ANOTHER LIFE BE WARRANTED

ITS LIFE MAY BE PERFECT 

AT LAST

PERHAPS THEN IT WILL KNOW 

IT NEVER EXISTED AT ALL

Friday, 12 June 2020

DOWN POOR ALMIGHTY

SHOULD EVER THE IDYLLIC OPTION 
BE OFFERED
MY CREMATION
SHOULD EVENTUATE 
INSIDE A CLOUD
MOST UTOPIAN 
UPON 
THE VASTEST PALACE
OF MY FAVOURITE HUE

WHERE THUS THEREIN
THE DEEPEST BLUE
I MIGHT EVAPORATE 
BEYOND THE REALMS 
OF 
ORDINARY REALITY
INTO 
NOTHINGNESS
I MIGHT BE FREE

Sunday, 10 May 2020

DIVINE INTERVENTION

A FLOWER WILL HARVEST 
THE SUN
JUST AS THE RIVER WILL
HARVEST THE RAIN
A CHILD WILL HARVEST 
WHAT IT IS FED; A CHILD WILL HARVEST 
THE THOUGHTS OF BRAINS 
THAT FEEDS THEM