Heart, Mind, Lost Soul

Hollow echo syphons my soul , Vortextual suction removes the remainder of all joy, clouds darken to dissipate the sparks of glittering hope, I am alone without mechanism to cope

Swirling lines of ecliptacle prism, spinning long player draining colour fast, heavy on thy closing eyes, curtains blacken life from before, memory gone, fading fast. 

Deepens the act of thine being here, just a few will do, my thoughts require the peace of never again knowing the reason why the fight must go on, I  will not Recognise the face that haunts me.

Sleep comes fast, infinity beckons the finality of the fragile glass, once it came to this place, a gash on my hand, crumble thy ancient suffering bone, for a million years of whitened sand. 

La Fontana in Piazza

A man drinks from the fountain in the middle of the grand Italian square, he is standing in rugged cloth with unkempt hair, thinking of a time when he once ‘afore was here, the party continued all night, every kind of folk came, he saw lights of fire, sounds of laughter waves of cheer, when he once before was here, now there is silence and not a gleer.

A kiss ‘da ‘una bellissima signorina’, mumma so proud,  tears from her rosy cheeks prompting out loud, “stai attento figliolo”, pappa’s little prayer, a hard worked convocation from this happy little crowd, a boy becomes a man, on to the enemy shroud, a last faint picture of a hopeful crowd

Thirty years had gone drifting through the shadow of his past, returning to drink a long awaited thirst at last, to finally breathe in peace, releasing the catharsis of a long awakening, the charming serenity of this lovely ‘bella città’  the warming of his heartfelt repression. the scars of deep digression, an end of mournful depression. 

Mush

Looking deeply at the damp drudgery eating the walls, I push my hand completely through, there is no sound, no one is around except the dripping twinkle of the curse, a tarnished complexity stooped in historical depth, out of focus observing a benign despair, I climb a weakened stair that crumbles to the floor below yet not a soul will miss, water trickles down the rain washed brow, I can see now, ‘tis a day that is meant to be, I can hear the shadows in thy distant pass fading away from me, yet without choice, I shall let it be.

Return to the hive

I got my lazy arse out of bed, a pain throbbing in my neck, someone’s been drumming on my chest, I’m surprised that I could get any rest, a hip which is black from a utility bruise, if I could choose I’d be on a cruise or in the school at the sst hive, I’ve never been so thankful for being alive. 

Scar on face

Remembering a time when we were young, knocking hats off and chewing gum, scrumping neighbours apples, fighting their kids, we were ignorant yet happy, we called them ‘yids’ an antisimetic term for the ignorant and young, the local accent rolled off our tongue, we were thoughtless youth, a little scruffy, a little uncouth, honest little villains that were innocent in truth. I learnt as I aged to turn a different page, care for others without rage, not be judgemental of differences in looks, what people wear or what they cook, to see the humanity, the suffering in others, the damage from destruction, what war is about, the pain of children, they scream, they shout, hungry stomachs from going without, there is a greed in humanity that I’d rather not see, lives lost in killing from a murdering spree when the devil enters their homes to create tragedy, I hope to look in the mirror and say ‘thank god it’s not me’  

The Starling

She unwrapped the bird and it flew up high flapping its wings way up in the sky, 

a start of freedom to seek and find, a new lease of life for the once before blind.

Ode to a Kipper

You lay there bronzed with a shine, I could not wait until you were mine, when I could touch your fine line, curves like a belle on a beach, a sensual smell, uniquely devine, I grasped you tight then brought you home, eventually when we were at last alone, you glistened and spat as if you were an angry cat, placed under the grill, covered in butter and then I ate, the delicious fish, what a tasty dish.