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Night Vision

prehend a pellucid sigh

from dormant lips a-tremble

seal it in felicitous flask

labelled gasps assembled

.

so delicate a breath

cyclic in nocturnal assail

with shades of soul soon aloft

on mistrals of moistened exhale

.

yet tumbles the silent ask

of shadows seeking answers

as shimmer of nightshade flickers

behold the Cimmerian dancers

.

fickle sleep…shall i defy you?

when wakeful is the dream

till sway of curtain

yields pierce of light

relinquish not

this lover’s sight

Tsunami

when the ocean came in

with its bellows, with its groans

with its almighty exclamations of foam

with spits and swirls

and torrid Medusa curls

of seaweed, filling your mouth

even Poseidon released his trident

aghast

lulled by siren hymn: iconoclast

and seahorses scattered

in equine nautical dance

a cataclysm of coral kingdoms

truculent to turbid tidal trance

..

we didn’t see it coming

that devastating wave of destiny

it arrived when we were distracted

by sky, by sand

that moment you reached for my hand

..

so surrender we must

for the ocean we did trust …

The Rat

i wander through the rooms

of you, protean partitions

a fawning pass through

shadow facing, self effacing

.

find me

in a cloistered sanctum

an airless antechamber

of faded light fenestrations

spawning Lescaux like illustrations

ancient projection and flickering scenes

reality yielded, yet gossamer dreams

..

you offer me such squalid abode

a somnolent subterranean cell

lulls shallow breath, long slowed

as hypoxia calms the Elysian dark

halycon opiate memories spark

… with hermitic spores

..

something scurries in the sooty stillness

scabious rodent claws at my cheek

“how did you get here” i whisper

another fanciful figment, so meek

“why do you stay” say i

i cannot reach the unlatched door

indolent, i close my eyes

with claws at neck

i wait some more

 

 

The Selfish Writer

i have discovered my difficulty

with reading you

for I am a writer

intently gripping the quill

and despite your florid attempts

you cannot alter the will

of my cursive compulsions to beguile

 

frequent attempts are made

to enter the frantic foray of your words

my inner computer jumbles with errant code

and with no service centre to call

  a hyperkinetic cursor marks my disquieted mode

 

for I am a writer

curl your fingers by my pages

gorge full the entrancing phrases…

 

now enlightened with my intentions

i revel in my frantic detentions

auguring your

ambrosial

attentions