Far off cars
smoke stack blackened skies
silently betray slithering lies
and falsified facts
glinting knife in the back
reflecting, collecting
retracing my tracks

send
send it all into the atmosphere
and save the rest for your repast

in shallow attic walls
rack my brains to find and bind
images and memories
slowly slowly fading back
backwards wallow withering fields
flowing into one weathered heap
i look down to spy
cracked and sacred April skies
reflected in meandering puddles
muddled mens' faces floating remote
away away from here

Titillations of jabber and junk

Find the fabled pen on the mountain
frightening in its fine features
sheer height
shaping night
show me something
shaded in the sinister tress sleeping
underneath the earth
a hearth of artful words
and humble behaviour
not really who you are
at heart
a whole in part
fleeting falling filtered thoughts
place your pots on the shelf
filled with figures from forgotten nothings
the ringing in my ears
deafens the dias shining in the seaweed sun
trying to fly above and around
learning to lie in the hardened ground
you slowly laugh
lyrical lark
i've lost the mark that once seemed clear

Futile Attraction

I just took a day to write out a very heartfelt post and now it's ALL gone. Fuck you, Blogger.