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Sick of sense (poem of mine)

I do not know my self
The one who salutes me
As a shadow
At the foot of my bed.

Dark, dark creature,
Who sucks the daylight from my pores
Who steals the moonshine
That coats my floors.

The moon,
The sick, sick, moon.
The marble, sugary,

I do not know my self
The one who stands
At the foot of the bed
Who breathes the sweet air?
Who sleeps with my dreams?


A garden of remembrance (poem of mine)

A garden in the darkness,

And the night insects

Skulk in the grass,

The whitest meadow,

Moon drenched


And I

Shadowed in the crevice,

I do not know this place.

Time brews

An empty ticking


And the quiet spider

Trembles in its web

I feel

This tremor,

A cascade

Through my marrow

And beneath

An upwards surge.

Eyes go amiss.

Then again

Another darkness

Pours over me

I pray to feel it resting

I know when it recedes,

It only sleeps at my feet.

Moon orchard (poem of mine)

I watched the sky turn
It’s ghastly transformation
Bruise green
Turned a sea of doves
Branches reaching

I swayed like a ship
On a wave
So quiet
Every heart
A solemn chime

The moon
Caspar white
It’s grim china face
He too
The cold

Snow on the ground,
Catches the apples

Home (original poem of mine)

When moons white ravaged light
Shreds it’s pearlescent shadow
And the night’s young child seeks to play
As the ache
that I couldn’t know.
Tomorrows breath
leans over my shoulder

Soft as a quiet meadow dawn
enough to bite this empty thorn
It’s crude tongue leaves no taste
My lips are dry
and the salty edge of each wave
leaves me sweet as the green of the weeds beneath.

Where no light
seeks to disdain
The concrete judder of my heart
The empty vessel goes unshaken
A gentle plateau of complacency
the furrows of my love are long buried.

The jagged plaster of the mountainside
has sealed my fate
Locked in the frozen tide of it’s granite loving arms
Bearing their white tinted souls

The city lights spark and tear at my flesh
the grinning teeth of industry below me
Make me swallow the dead wing of my parched throat
Till the silk wormed light drags me home.