STREET SYNAPSE

Walking, as one does, by

Noticing, as one does, not

STEP

well, often enough

STEP

mysterious glimmering spheres

with welcoming hints of velcro

PAUSE

to lure and seduce

STOP

As objectivity shortly skirts away

WOBBLE

from the skirt? short – facts

facet

faces

face it!

TURN

or walk on bye

STEP

as one does

DESEARTH

This tract dividing us is not for tumbleweed:

although fixed greenless, they carry seeds.  

This space is only for the calcium ghosts

of once thirsty beasts.

The stinging intermittence of wind-hurled grains

masking my foot-borne dents,

while pale moon’s vigil

threatens to freeze the loose ground  

even when the fiery orb returns.

Yet my shadow still grinds across the sand

for a want I have by blue and polkadot black

for a girl named you.

Neck-eye gestures from vultures above

portend the outcome of this foolish quest,

yet the self-drawn mirages draw me on… 

TAUGHT

Strung out, stretched and pulled across his sky

over billowed by the encumbrance of choice.

He’d thought himself in, out and around the box,

trawled the cosmos for

a solution, a loophole, a way.

Unfortunately, it’s a wormhole ride away –

seems even black hole couldn’t bring them two together.

Quite simply, it’s one or the other

the girl or the globe.

How could love and travel

be so painfully polar

and mutually exclusive?

Once one is ditched, discarded, dumped

the path should be clear

yet denial and hope cling

to a fool hardy notion of their

simultaneous possibility.

All one needs is a working knowledge

of parallel universes

SHADES

It was all here, long before us

until we plundered it for paper

to fill with news of cutting down

too many trees.

The black and white is simply

the need for green not greed 

UNREQUITED

Let’s put two potential partners

on a tennis court.

When it’s all on the line,

one must return the service

otherwise the match seems lost

six-love

AUTO PILOT

Quite striking

definite admiration required:

diffuse tungsten glow on

fluff and flying eyes.

Others, grey to brown, flutter about

almost indignant

Powder adorns the light night air

So, to be an outdoor lamp

semi-brainless disciples clambering about you,

to you

but there is always one or more

elegant, still and beautiful

now we can make the metafigurative

jump into the bedroom

I think I’m probably a bulb,

but somehow it’s all been switched –

one of many dim photon-donors

awkwardly tinking and clinking

around the radiant, attracting moth

not quite sure what to do.

TRISTAN TRASH

Tiny green plain below misty Atlantic peak

houses – remote related islanders

with boats in dirty rainbow of disrepair

Strange how the rubbish permeates

backyards, streets and beaches

even the patchy patches

Rusted wrecks, gasless bottles, been cans

casually strewn where purpose waned –

a disgusting example of human patheticness

far, far from ‘civilization’ –

where I least expected it

the litter is prisoner too

but there is no litter prison

THE MOVING PAST

A special, sensual trust

can’t be replaced in an instant

unless it is geological…

Dwelling and stagnating on such memories

Lock in jaws Jurassic where

shale and sandstone shackle

sex and swimming somewhat

Best seek fresh desires soon to

avoid later chisels and dentist toys.

At the very least

play the coelacanth for now

ROYALLY FLUSHED

This beautiful queen diamond-less

gently bent and bended

my poked-faced dreaming heart

too late. Sadly.

I was never very good at dealing

with these kind of cards

especially when “all-in” is nigh

Hence my best hand so far

lost the one that mattered the most

to complicated choices, procrastinated truths

and sharks with roses

the game has changed

as have I. 

FERROUS FLAVOUR

Re-aquiring abandoned skill

is inelegant, semi cardiac starts

forced to some obligate extent.

Misdirected, perhaps, as a track runner

struggling valiantly through dune sand.

Unless intentions betray,

the seeming zealous grit

a deliberate fumble?

The tongue tingles

Suffice to say, abstinence-dulled ability   

flaunts minimal satisfaction

stuffed with frustration and mediocrity

How else to un-corrode

temporal-induced rust?

Jump. Fall. Bleed, iron

The taste: an unpleasant necessity

for its own reduction.

It smarts and reviles

but most pivotal,

when will you tempt it again?