Do I dare question?

Do I dare question

And thus blow out of proportion

That eventling of a night?

Was it only a dream

An ambition impossible

A vision I needed

A comfort I wanted?

Thinking of something

By not thinking

Pulling wisps out of various

Flying musings

The base of all regrets

Anger

Decisions

Even angst

That is thoughts

And forming a child

A perfect being

Or a sign that fingers

Lubricated facts

That churn in a woman’s womb

A desperate attempt

With delirious finality

To stop the resolute transformation.

I had just named us...

I had just named us

Something else

Tired of holding on

I had let go

Resigned

Reconciled

When a night

Ripped at the flowers of kinship

And bloomed forth

Shameless

Unhindered

In the morning

I found glories

Huddled together like dew

Crystal clear in their innocence

Sheer in their intent

Like mucous formed of transparencies

A rapture forgotten

Lost amidst the plethora

That comes with living life

Suddenly stuck it’s tongue out

With vulgar alacrity

With boundless abandon

With raucous laughter

With wanton beauty

With sinful happiness

But I’ll never tell

I’ll let it pass

So that you can’t

Belittle by degrees

By understanding

The purity of this dirt

A Pair of Eyes

I am going back
To a place that was once home
Among other things
I have to meet
A pair of eyes
That once in an unbelieving time
Thought me a hero
I’ve erred and rued
I took steps backward
And am now far behind
She saw me fall
And never get up
She saw me lose the fight
It stings
That I can never
Hold her hand
Look her in the eye
And assure

Mediocrity

I am a blaze
A blaze in a billion
Of sun’s fires
That chafe you no end
When you go out
A summer day.
I am a wisp
A wisp that makes autumn’s gales
Whistling and whispering
In your ear
On an orange evening.
I am a drop of ice
A drop in a mighty iceberg
For whom your ship
Changes course
When journeying winter wonders
I am a speck
A speck of yellow pollen dust
Flying about
Lost in colour bursts of spring
All year through
I am right there
But who knows where I am?
Am I doing anything to be seen?
Maybe I am
Just try and look

The Bottle of Medicine

Her legs were thin, brown and bare
And eyes wide
With not innocent wonder
But a wise horror
She sped through the narrow lanes
She must reach
To save the soul
Trapped in moribund sheets
This bottle of medicine
Must be there in time
Or she’d be alone and orphaned
How far now?
How much ground to cover?
And later she thought
If there were a God
He won’t have let her collide
But those heartless tyres
They marked her little legs
Till the bottle of medicine
Crashed
There had only been one
Her pockets were empty and yearning
Her toes squirmed
The brown liquid reproached them
With it’s touch
She looked at her blood
Like it were a stranger’s
And ignored it with cruel disrespect
But as she slowly walked home
With zombied numbness
They followed her loyal
Puppy-dog like
Her red footprints
Mixed with the summer dust

Slippery Dreams

She doubts me
Just like you
She thought I gave it up
And now it seems true
Its been too long
Maybe too late
To look like a definite event
It must have been
Only a dream
Coz its too fuzzy
I don’t remember the fine lines that I drew
And the colours I filled
Have faded to the greys
Of a weepy sky
Its just a vegetable of a dream now
Watching not looking
As time gives the slip
And hurries by

Past

What was it to feel

Like a young girl

With wonders to discover

And dreams to weave

Now the memories

Of those same dreams

Rip lesions in my soul

It flutters so

In it’s trap

All I want

Is to set it free