Rose

Unconscious catching

A string never ending
Drawing magnetic, sweet innocence
Mysterious, what lies beneath
Nobody dares to laugh.
Respect, impossible to regain
Confidence on the surface
Your right heart
A place for me, an illusory occupation.
Smell her mandarin-flower shampoo.
Close enough to watch it coarsing off her
Freshly cropped locks;
Orange-tree, bright birds, picturesque
Smarts the atmosphere
Outsmarts me.
Inverted golf-ball skin like you aimed me
Into a winter lake.
You’re far away, on the green,
One of your favourite places to be.
Returning minuscule favours
Swinging beside me, mindless
Deep in contemplation, casually aloof.
Tactilely encouraging, promising
Your effrontery emblazoned on my face.
Wordlessly romantic, tunefully misleading
Little drummer boy, or the Pied Piper
No longer enchanted by my temperament,
Leading me straight into the river.
Failing myself in my qwest
So you can be the best.
Hurt heart, hurt body
Humourless, plasticized wit
Hovercraft feet, the army whistle
Controlling me, instead of me
Evoking it.
A face, familiar, uninvited, welcome
Making no difference or fun.
You sail by somewhere, past my taciturn form
A grey-green whirl of temerity.
A fragment of possibility, of hope,
An embedded thorn that prevents me from
Bleeding to death.

Freak City

Couldn’t care less
Punk image before me
Not me external dissociating
With internal looseness
Detachment black orange turning black
An inch of pain concentrated
Behind each eyelid
Swimming on a bed of coarse salt
Déjà vu empty caller lists
Rock pounding hounding grounding
My brain to pieces
Angry once no longer
Unsure I just found a hole in
My security blanket
Get a tattoo maybe what I hear is true
Quit coming back every now and then
Straight long hair
Smooth convolutions undisguised
Freak city
Promises commitment
Light years away
Even unconditional love comes on its own terms
Rock grinding my mind
An urge can be so dangerous
Fatal if I let it
Fatal if I don’t
Black welts
First rays of black as the night rises