DANDELION

Remember the taste

of a blue bottles coloured face

Pink tones

Orange haze

to denounce the truth of your butterscotch beige embrace

-

I'll liken you to lilac

for lying is all you do

In a pastel hue of fresh ignorance

Lavender in purple rain

For tears are all I feel

Every time I see your name

-

Sand me down to expose the cracks

Raw naked beauty

you leave fading on your couch

Seeping into the fibres

Melt within the memory

Blown away in the wind.

 

WHY BOTHER WITH REALITY WHEN THE INTERNET IS SO MUCH BETTER?

What an unhinged annoyance

To actually listen to your reply

Preview the unscripted shifts in your face

The wondering eye

The pensive stare

"mmm" "err" "yeh"

A monologic strain

-

Restless beside me

Turning, tuning a disillusioned automated response

Pushing for engagement

Classified conversation

about a topic I would rather watch

through a ceramic box

A longing desire for the printed touch

that I only save for my beloved screen.

-

You're fine, I suppose

But far more superior through the medium

A hand held device where I can view you

All angles

Taste wide across timed dimensions

Talk the tested phrase

Promote the egotistical days

Emerged talent.

-

And when I'm done,

I can put you down

Sound down

Face down

Flash light muted

Down.

 

 

IT'S COOL TO HAVE NO FEELINGS

The inflatable drift in and out of consciousness

To finger beaches and float aimlessly away

Never hovering to see the full match played

Stubborn ignorance

to the corruptive erosion

caused to bay.

-

Manifesting in the sunny delight

Gauging on a voracious menu

Lean back lilo glide

Ride straight on into another cove

charm the treasures

and slip into the rift to slide through

a profound exit.

-

A wave to weave seemingly free

Block out the damage and blame the inevitable

Ignorance is bliss

Sink into the depths of the dark horizons

Emancipate

a drunk pool of open lower lips

spray, swallow, swim.

-

Isolated motion

drown slowly into the isolated peaks

Pushed back into the forgotten

A distant blue

No harm can come to you

a dried up liquid tear.

 

 

TOY STORE ME

Evacuate my lungs

The morning dew caress my knees and kiss my forehead

lightly better

Whipped butter better

Thread the silence through my toes

Navigate the familiar ground into a plausible direction

Through the door and out the other side

Any side

One that will embrace the nonchalant pain

The street light of momentary numbness.

-

Erratic pulse aches in the break

Violin veins crying at the unskilled hand

Broken chords

Cut the ribbon

Heavy blow to tumble down

Fall

To open the beckoning arms to new horizons

Translucent memories

to meander temptingly

Glimpse forward into another instrument

A new rhythm to be played.

 

 

BURGER STRIVE LAND

Embroidered bun of parallel complexity

Two sides of magnetic thirst

to drown the game of paranoia

A side of delicious desperation seeking

against the fingering of mindful refusal

Thin thighs score goals

Deep funneled resentment

If only the mind could be masked wide shut

Eliminate the impenetrable guilt

to succumb to the full pleasure of In

and Out

Satisfied King

Valiant underneath the glory of the golden arches

A match to be played

on a bed of lonely aspiration

Wet with evoked imagination

yet lost with conflicting conviction

The cactus carousel

Fearful ride to venture into distorted depths

Burger strive land

 

 

WOULD I LIE TO YOU BABY?

A beautiful idiosyncratic allegiance to the myth of blurred perceptions

A reworked flirt of the former self

Superimposed

A holographic whisper

A Schiele warped around the embodiment of a biological formula

Uniformed

Uninformed

A prolonged monologic fantasy of the ideal

A shell to encase a shell

A Russian doll to scrutinize

A perpetual beacon of hollow disappointment

An escalation to the crippling insecure ideology

For a doll is stored to be admired

A cold circumference

with an interior to match

A depth that only ventures fist deep

A sponsored sponge.

An unattainable mystification

All packaging with no surprise

A compromise to the age of intangible lies

Do not succumb to the broken disguise.

 

 

WEEKEND WIFE

My forever come down

The paranoia entices

Anxiety above and beyond

all other expectations

Uncontrolling

Longing for the red button

Off

Switch me off

Nothing left to exhilarate

Until tomorrow

Where I can throw myself into your

enchanting arms once more

Forever entwined.