Round The Bend

they swallow lies like gospel truth

fall headlong alongside each other

while roots cling on to the sides of bark

made of rotting flesh and gold

and when the earth began to realise

containment of what was not its own

spitting out fragments of sand and gold dust

lain deep in hiding for centuries

i hid my face deep in your coat

while you sobbed along the darkness

somewhere between the lines

i saw specks of gold dust

clinging desperately

to the fibres of your coat

Fire, Fire.

i like the ground

it keeps me on my feet

slows me down, picks me up

i can go anywhere

the rain blows on me

through my backdoor

as i hurry up the lane

distinguished, burned out

unrecognisable

my lungs can't take water

the feel of unfamiliarity

smoke clogging, air humming

it did look like rain

but it stopped there

for a brief second

and the sidewalks picked me up

down, down, down i go

fire, fire.

Fragmentation

i would have wanted

melodies in the park

eternity by the benches

with you standing by

while wind tugs and blows

at strands of my hair

as i become undone

with you standing by

because of you, my dear

and now walks by the lake

and breaths near the gates

all but release just a shiver

just with you standing by

and i stop for the world

Unexpected Places

i find

the smallest things out of nowhere

forming the biggest unfoldings

blooming everywhere down under

river-sharp senses

as i pass by telephone lines

i find

somethings i had been looking for

palm trees

winter footprints

frozen corners

a slight breeze

and the sun in the winter sky

shone down mercilessly

as the bare trees froze

all around me