A Field Of Poppies

Two shadows, elongated as the sun moved lower in the sky, stretched across a field where the blooms, that mirrored the sunset sky with their colouring, grew. One of the two took all of it in with a photographer’s eye, seeing exactly how best to frame this scene and what it might convey. His companion [...]

Undine

A poured habitat
turned out of a tank,
a liquid blanket unfolded,
ripples of a creation
from a raindrop heart.
An aqueous physique,
a fountain-head.
Crystalline aspect of the trinity:
steam,
ice,
water;
this world’s a tributary of him,
he is the water table.
A spring.

Oil

The moon tugs this lazy black tide,
feathers are made invalid.
A disaster empties the skies,
man’s construction spews fire.
Pollution is a dark cloud:
throats are stripped,
lungs peeled.
A foundation of ash,
Deep melanin vales –
a spillage of shadows.

Submarine

A tablet of liquefied ice,
cool in a hollow,
licking the lip
of its recess.
a toe explores,
a body falls
under
a head bobs,
legs propel,
arms pull.
A sliver of light
flicks away
under a coat of mirrors.
Beneath the current,
tasting diluted air,
we discover an alien world.

A House Of Lies

Throw away your mind
And stow your head,
Forget the so-called truths you find –
Truth is already dead!
This is a house of lies,
Myriad eyes.
Falsehood
Stains the wood,
Lies brood
In the food –
There is no trace
Of your face
Left in your portrait,
That is a rendition of hate
And this is your fate.
All the skeletons wait
In closets shut,
You sense it in your gut,
But [...]

Responsibility Claimed

The triggered revelation of death
Opened their eyes,
Tongues of shrapnel burnt with truth –
Knives through butter spreading realisation.
The peeled physiques of vulnerability
Screaming injustice,
Innocent eyes melted in sockets.
Instantaneous initiation into the most
Inexclusive club around:
The dead.
The car flickered with a yolk of flame,
Its shell cracked,
The body inside lifeless –
He’d been told to drive or his family died,
His smeared [...]

Sharing Words

They do not speak his language –
He rolls out his speech
For his ideas to recline on
But the repose is uncomfortable:
A picket fence walks to the horizon
Dividing him and their perception –
He has inherited the legacy of Babel.
It no longer towers,
Sunk in the foundations of misunderstanding,
Only a home of ignorance is built.
Conflict cooks on the fire,
The [...]

Another Person In My Job

i wish that i could open my gob
and talk to the man about my job
and why he gave it away to someone else
but i get angry and am beside myself
watching myself stay quiet
surely i should start a riot
and call this man out for being a liar
but part of me tends to instantly retire
from a fight [...]