Swallowing space

Black moon wrapped for the one I love.
That one who pulled me back.
You asked me once to shut my eyes.
While you unhooked the stars.
And now I see, in the shaking shadows.
You only planned to swallow the sun.

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Never be here

This mind and muscle, tries to escape gravity.
To lift off into the unknown, and go far away from here.
Hanging onto nothing but your identification.
As you close your eyes to jet stream, and fear of falling.
You feel it now in your veins.
Coursing through the difference like a teenager.
Struggling for understanding.
But they could never see. They would never know.
Eager to cover you in unprecious stones.
Which is why you must leave.
To sail on the solar winds that taste of honey.
And forget the palatableness of decay.
For a distant shore will feel sweeter.
Than this rocky edge of 30.

Mooncats (and this’n’that)

I’ve been collaborating for a while now with fellow artists and friend NARA15BLOG (her name while remain a mystery to all but know her dearly.)

We have created ‘Mooncats’, which is a collection of poems that we have both contributed to and enjoyed creating. I would like to draw your attention to this collection here, and also to her own blog which includes an assault on the senses through, art, writing and wonder:

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Please check out our collaborations and her site, bookmark it and forever be captivated by it’s deliciousness. Enjoy, and watch out for more Mooncats fleeing the lunar surface in the future.

Anywhere else

I want you to remember.
As you struggle to breath.
While you shake and crack, and wither within.
Close those eyes which hang like dying stars.
And dream.
Welcome in the disassociation.
I’ll hang the universe on you while you sleep.
Remembering where it all begun.
You and the stars will fall silent.
Drifting once more into the beyond that calls to you.
Which has always called, but you’ve never responded.
I want you to remember.
All the things I feel.
All the ways the memories form like ice around your eyes.
A Siberian shift into summer songs.
Flavoured voices caught in the air and on your tongue.
Try and remember.
Which days to savour, and which to let go like planetary balloons.
Floating out of your solar system.
As you fall into now.

I’m Out

Standing there waiting to get rich.
Capturing snowflakes and copper cultures.
Pulling at the loose threads of humanity as the earth boils.
Wake, work, repeat on a set shift.
Eyes blinking into obscurity and conformity.
Waiting for the computer to load and the phone to glow.
An alien iridescent-ness which steals your soul.
A final broadcast will not be aired.
Turned down your voice as they block out the sun.
Brick bones that build a city of sad sapphires.
Sparking in the ruins of a Midas dream.
Leave your stuff off me.
Unhook the claw of the social disease.
I disconnect and disappear, logging out of sociopathic media.
Where you capture nothing but a sad slow demise.
I run naked, like in a rainstorm.
Bathed in the sulphur from the solar wind.
Running away from your ivory nightmare.
Leaving the broken cage behind.
I’m out.