A crow flew west over our heads
as we stood, hands in pockets
and the sky blushed pink
as if embarrassed
not to be wearing winters colours
Nature
The waves he broke
I regress
that child long since passed
coming of age the bark was etched and sketched
autumns blush hushed into the movement
falling gracefully as if all was as it was meant to be
a trail of desire he’d written into the landscape
he was wild as a deer
weedy and nervous
easily flushed
trailing away from man
he ran like the river below
bubbling and frothing with too much flow
branches snapping under the waves he broke
A cage of memoriam
I am a wolf
wrestling with the feast
of missing you
I have dreams of a reunion
only to wake with only these bones
so I tell myself
I’m better off alone
in a cage of memoriam for you
The mighty Oak
I crawled into the pocket of a caterpillars universe
I saw the mighty snakes
hanging from beastly boots
the beaks of blue tits pecking away
to which they were my T-rex
and I saw time slowed
to one long blink of an eye
at night I prayed
Garrulus glandarius
Glorious Glandarius
Garrulus glandarius
Glorious Glandarius
Screeching your way through the sky
thank you for my home
the mighty oak!
There is always something that can live in the crevices of death
My words are cheap
and empty
just like me.
I say what comes
to the tip of the tongue
but underneath the letters
is a skeleton waiting
to discard this flesh.
I keep trying to commit to life, living
but I think I prefer death
without the dying
maybe I’m just afraid
of continuance
Like how the world turns no matter
the begging for it to stop
or how there is always something
that can live in the crevices of death
Because what the fuck does that mean to me?
It’s no comfort to me
that our energy continues to feed
the continuance of this monstrous world’s greed
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Alternative ending
Because what the fuck does that mean to me
when the earth consumes you
while I’m still above the soil
shedding skin, dying and therefore still living?
Sunday wordle on a Monday.
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We rest unforgiven
Mere willowy meat on bones
Time hums it’s artificial tunes
Street lights blinking
As our prayers go on trickling
Through the myths we were sold
Too lost to run
We must accept our fate
Along with the birds
Full of spirits today
Back to earth tomorrow
Death is human
I am much too tired to keep up the chase
Embroiled in this decline
All my friends, they die
And that would be okay
If I had faith
That the cycles of life weren’t being erased But what the fuck is there left to say?
As I suckle from the teat Knowing no better way?
There was a time when even death teemed with life
It seems no coincidence
Our depiction of death
is the skeleton
Of a fellow homosapien
A counter to life ‘isn’t beautiful’ << I hate that word though
The clouds descend but then they clear away
the rain giving life to parched greenery
A bittern booms in the periphery
a little egret pirouettes, unfurling into an epiphany
A heron circles like a twisted rope
giving room for a flicker of hope
as he lands down in his dishevelled robes
Predator vs prey : peregrine falcon
There’s a peregrine falcon in the sky
He’s hunting me and I don’t know why
Did I fall down the rabbit hole
And become a little mouse or mole? Maybe a little bird up in the trees Perhaps I’m a little goldcrest up in the pines
Trying not to be his faveroute feast On which to dine
Is this alchemy or are we human to humus
Is this alchemy
or are we just fools?
Looking for silver lines
where there is no gold
Is a clod of earth just dirt to us?
Something to cleanse away
as if we didn’t come from the dust
that we will return to one day
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