earthen treads reveal
trails ancient prints,
paws, nails, claws
scratched, scorched, scorned
patched, blackened, torched
hands, knees mourn
Now stand, stretch tall
reach, pitch, yaw
turn, bank, fall
stagger, coil, ball
Soon you'll reach the wall
notice tear line streaks
notice swells, weaves, cracks, peaks
black lines tease white pools, neatly
encircling like shark shrieks
pools of sight
seeing dark shapes in dead of night
creeping creeps sneak
rank breath on a cheek
be sure to stay asleep, stay asleep
Cane stalks bow in dirty drifts
ripples lift like scaled wings
flits shriek and spin,
shattered panes quiver as shock waves
storm hidden enclaves
slaves stir awake
turbulent skies rage, swirling cloud
unveils a brittle cage
Veneers of hope peel away
onion skin slates, black sheathes
dangle and drop, shatter
on glassy substrate
duplicity, loyal friend
beguiling smile begins, but ends at every end,
reneged, spittle-soaked lies, again led
here is your place, did you get ahead of yourself poor thing?
lie down here in familiar grass
dank and soaken matted pissed-soaked floor posing as a bed
trust no one
trust yourself instead
ahead lies the thickened darkness of future days
each a capsule of dowdy shade, greyed..
as each capsule plays
kissing sun on the lips of each horizon
between flirting hours
skirt clouds drape loin hills
a succession of cleaved valleys spill
the last capsule containing death..
fate is sealed on escaping breath
truth revealed, whose face of fate is next?
tides rise, skies darken
whip lash of thunder cries
tears of rain, mournful demise
missing moments stolen from a child
a breath quietly sighs
a cough, signs of life, alive
unrequited love leads a girl to despise
a love letter strewn on the ground at her feet
pages whipped in the storm like moth wings
drawings drawn tenderly, lost, never seen
of spaces filled in the lonely void
of a boy child's heartbeat
a tango of mistrust
dances in bee circles
a quiver of yellow arrows
cowardice and notions unjust
but there is a must
somehow through yawning and forlorn feelings
spinning thoughts and mind reeling
from blows on skull anvils
I hold onto vapour walls to stop from falling
and I miss my dad and cannot put out the image of closing his eyes
so I close mine tight and imagine and imagine
that he is back with me
my best friend
dad I will try
I will try.
Rise to morning shadows
A cocooned inside opens
dual modes.. one high.. one low
loaded.. yet exposed
A shrinking self ...peering
But who is this one?
Alpha steps into the light.
Says that all will be alright
"Take Flight! Set the world alight!"
Alpha is a mask.
But could it be the other way around?
Maybe trauma is his mask and he was there all along.
Let him come out of the cocoon, emerge and vanquish the gloom.
Mosaics of screams
Tapestries infested with bile fibres
Fibrous tapeworms entangle mind wires
Wiring unwired, adrenaline fired
Highly strung, tight, taut
Now just tired.
Yet spots of self spatter and spray like fine dots
white blotches and patches , join, spread
ballooning; like cotton, delicious, soft.
This is what could be!
The sleep turns, twists..
faces burn, emerge into relief, ..yet relief itself still yearns
to break the tide of years of grief..
Here is it, now.. but how it always was?
Lonely streets repeat.. and repeat.. and repeat.
A winding, silent trace of deceit?
Snaking cul-de-sacs, walls and alleys of thought, trapped..
Yet turning back on ones' self
like a serpent consuming it's own tail.
Replete, coiled, confused..
But returned. Somehow returned.
by Paul Sinclair