SEA LATHES

Slippery steps

    pose shining

         threats Feathers

              fallen from flocks

                   white with bluey

                        grey flecks An anchor

                             chained unmoved in

                                  stone

drifts me away

                                       on the breeze in my

                                            bones

Miniature waves

                                                 lap the seafront weathered

                                                      and worn

                                                       bearing the brunt

                                                                A

hand clasps cold old yellow

                                                     rusty rails lead me into the soft

                                                        spray From the shallow to the

                                                    

deep of the salty sorbet

The Sea Witch

A mythical siren

lays slain atop an orb

Just a tail and a torso caught between it’s former world and all presently others

 

Her ever expanding: infinity bound

lonely cosmos knows no sound

 

A witch from Poseidon’s Kingdom

Swimming in a deep hue

A deep hue of purply blue

sucking everyone in and

everything through

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With one eye or with more than two

Step back; scrutinise

this blistering view

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Quote

Beware the fruit

of the seed

you sowed

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Mental Note #11

Don’t panic

Don’t panic

 

Of course

Although

You’re 

            emotions are 

            manic

Don’t panic

Don’t panic

The

Way You Were

How nice it was to see you smile

One last glimpse of the way you were

The one day of yours I’ve dread for all mine

I thank my lucky stars for the hatchets we buried

Hearing the clock

tick tock away

I realise our finite

human display

The best and worse lost to the clay

Frittered and foul

in total decay

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Restless, here

I stand then sit

Twitching, switching

the lamp unlit

A grey black darkness

with hues of warm

Scarlett screams

from the Devil's dorm

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Re: incarnation

Only in death are we finished

          the finished article

Yet what we were 

          is not our only incarnation

We could’ve been

          and still could be 

          a (mystic) force for good 

In spite of the right for 

which we fail/ed to fight

Hubs of pubs seed and breed 

          misinformation

                    throw away comments 

                    not thrown away

But held dear, held near and 

          flung further than (ever)            before

Near Light

I write this in near light

As to gain more

Means to walk the

extremities of the space

Feel around

And while the lamp switch

Is sometimes found

It most often isn’t

Thus a blinded hand must

follow the lead

Until the switch is held and pressed

But even then it may not light:

it’s just too dim

and for another three times

I do the same and though complete

I still can’t see a fucking thing!

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I wish ye well

and bid thee fare

for this be no

my burden bare

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A victim of old

Fools think me not

Less I could care

While all ye rot