Thorns

Scratches begin again,

Scratching tinnitus, that hollowed out grind

And the waking nightmare is burning

She thought I had forgotten,

After years and years of happy smiles,

She thought I had forgotten,

The tears on the bridge,

While the sun drowned in the ocean

Pearls of globular blue fade into sand,

The spark has fizzled out

Even the splinters on the wood feel good,

Just to blur it out

This is where I cried,

And pretend I am somewhere else

They are creeping upon me again,

Like strangers begging for attention,

Those memories I had once buried

They linger,

Just linger,

Beneath all the happy smiles,

The bubbles amongst boiling water

Foil my mind into an enraged state

And this is the trauma,

The faces of horror,

Shanked by thorns

Zeitgeist

Nefarious epoch,
stock the sickles,
Tickle the scent and hint at the ripples
Bombastic attuned,
wire the blend
Sonorous moan, drone on and fickle
Rambunctious funk,
just send in the men
Ephemeral styles,
slicked, cut and fired
Just another day,
Where I’m not admired

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Pollinated fractals seep into the night

Snowflakes to the Earth

White doppelgangers lift from crevice

And rise into the darkness

Air is moist and speaks in whispers

Cool winter dust marking the sky

Moulded from crescent hours

Shades of smiles alight in houses

Whistling gratitude to lovers

Boil

Stirring apples inside a giant pot

Adding blessed herbs to boiling water

Blue light flickers beneath the cauldron

And a citrus aroma rinses in the air

Suds rise and lather the brim

The flame dampens to a whisper

And bubbles weaken and submerge

And the gentle beat of the pot mellows

Doll

Porcelain doll crawling through slumber

Tear drop eyes, clear and cold

She dreams outside of nightmares

As dust collects upon her skin

An android with a frozen breath

Her ashen face resides in artificial light

Smooth, carved by celestial touch

Emerald dress caught in childhood

Fountain of youth starving her death

Her skin remains unbroken

Free of acidic mucous

In the night, the flies crawl

Through her frayed horsehair

She speaks no words

There is merely a blend of frost and wonder

settled within her soul

Eclectic Moss

Pleasant melody please me

Sweet liqueur to lips

Passing whispers, tears flood

And you are there

Chains not metal, dare

Shooting stars across canvas

Strike a match

They will run

And you are there

Clang, metal rattles

Shimmering bristles in the sun

Connect the wires in my room

Squeeze the life that is the heart

Pressing skin in so much

And we are all there

Beating drums are glowing lights

Flick switch, colours bloom

Complete the circle, cycle again

And you are there

Stale Epoch

I forgot my name the other day

I was sure I was someone else

Because my face was

Creased with age

And my voice

Quite raspy

Perhaps it was because

I stole a tree from

A farm down the road

Though everyone is

Stealing everyone else’s trees

Tree stealers have no face

They think they do

Because of the fruit

From thy tree but

Most trees be rotten

Decaying apples

Rotten grapes and

Squished oranges

They are the source

Of

My Generation.