Dreaming of

 Dreaming of
Jumping jacks
I bouncing in-doors
Tell me  Mr Walrus
Why do you glare behind your tusks
over the swimming pool

as I head for the steamed  glass door

2021

Remind me

Remind me

that these breeches don’t  fit

my  dream  has cracked the border

and reminds me in present tense

of my prison

Blaspheming my history

looking at the impossible

Relive it in visions

So that it comes to be.

2021

it did conjure

And frightening luck it did conjure
Floating, tethered by star rays
As I paddle a realm of long forbiddens
to time, down the waterfall
Flowing to the sea
of my personal impossible

2021

In the Mudra

Sitting  past  the storms

I stare once more

At  twilight's shiny floor

And  I have  no rudder

So with no gills I am under

Dark is the abyssal

Waiting for the demons as I fall

But  I have no flesh to breathe

And I am safe from their maddening teeth

2020

Sitting

Bougainvillea  silhouettes

A  long past twilight

and in a patient moonbeam

that lights up the cement  floor

I can finally hear

My heart  beat

2020

This Constant Waif

This constant waif in personal terror

Looking  for a fortune

took the cave to the left

via the whispered  path

but  for the  hum

only in the head  and with slow breaths

One word and you will leave the dark

Surrender

2020

March 2020

Our Roundabout is nigh

We sit with a sky

Of colours unknown

Tomorrows  in stark relief

Rosy days, are ashes for the cretins

What  did we sign up for

A birth contract ?

Televisions of tears ?

We are

In compassion

Forever  immortal

Steps to remember our inheritance

And proceed from there

2020