From deep within
her fire resides a
superheated love
ready to erupt
He sets the once
dormant volcano
into overdrive as
the pyroclastic
love suffocates
him again
and again
Fire from Within
A Poem from Lockdown
Too much seclusion from the terror of humanity;
Toilet paper sequestration neither deters nor hinders idiots.
As humanity leaves nature to fall, you withdraw into a cocoon of sadness. Not even the moon can console your fears and longing for love’s touch.
Prickles
a pretty girl, always so calm
until he takes the piss
once too often
placid and sweet
demeanour turns
to prickles and
bristles as the
fire
flares out to
burn his skin
putting out her
fire is his favourite
pastime, which she loves so
The Incendiary One
A lover of the incendiary one,
the one who burns her shell and clears away
the old to make way for the new.
Rain doused the fire;
now green buds shoot up new life from
beneath the darkness.
A Jellyfish
Luminous greens and blues,
form an iridescent shape.
Undulate, soft and susurrous,
through the silent sea.
Gloves
Frost in the morning
A quiet mist hanging low
Gloves for the journey
Community
Street signs tell you,
movies show you,
songs encourage you.
Be part of the community,
individuality is not in keeping with this country,
the collective is connected; one is none.
Introverts hide in plain sight,
struggling through the nihilistic dystopian days,
gathering the strength to destroy it all.
Moss
nature’s cute carpet
standing in the numbing cold
a winterish night
Immortal
Disconnected from your shell,
rising above the place you love.
The world vibrates with different energies;
the colours and the shapes seem so vivid.
Shackled to your flesh no more,
you soar into the immortal realm.
A Foreigner
A foreigner at the train station,
living within a radical quiet skin.
Too tall for discount shoes,
too solid for little clothes.
“Looking down on me!” they
walk past and impolitely say.
There is no other way for you
are shorter than me, grumpy.
The mask covers the mood.
C & K 