Moon

We wear slippers on the surface of the moon
Slip slip slippy
We all fall down
Inhaling deep breaths
Exhaling stars
Every day a new start
Every night due rest
The radio burrs
Static dances
We will have to catch up
The world still turns
Though we are still
We wear slippers on the surface of the moon
Slip slip slippy
We all fall down.

Wonderland

She wraps the stars in jelly
All at once young and old
We have traveled a a path together
Forged a little empire
I wonder what will happen when she leaves
There are so many adventures to be had
So many meals to savour
And moons to wonder under
Your voice is rich and ever present
It helps the day to shine
If only the world was frozen in time
In some ways it is
She chuckles
Dress sparkling
Hair smooth and shiny
She wraps the stars in jelly
All at once young and old.

Ransom

The snow falls thick and fancy
We hold onto its magic ransom
Trample down the pink vines
Our palms sticky and spiteful
But also full of love
It is a dense day
We change our self to fit the dangerous thoughts
It is a fine tale
One of hope and longing
We strike up a band
Count cats in the afternoon
Hope for their tangerine tongues to kiss us
Rich rain peels though the night
Takes aim over the red bed
We are plural
Essential
Rich flames and steady breaths
The snow falls thick and fancy
We hold onto its magic ransom.

Treats

We seek solace in the baking

Sweet cakes and forgiveness

We trace a line over our bellies
Pause and reflect
It has been years since she arrived
I dare not think of her parting
The weight of her body envelops mine
We are beginning over and over again
Sweet unfolding years
I should thank her for all that she has done
But the need to cry is unfolding
We eat sweet treats and remember. 

Weapon

We crush the deadly leaves into a smooth paste
Swallow it down with water and time
It sticks in our throat
Like needles piercing our skin
We will not let it in
Each pore a barrier
Each taste a slip away
A weapon of choice
We dance the night away
Smooth movements
A war to wage
A battle to win
We crush the deadly leaves into a smooth paste
Swallow it down with water and time
The best and only weapon we have amidst this world.

Write

She scribbles her name in ink
It smudges
Black like coal dust
Sticky as treacle
I enjoy these mark makings
They remind me I breathe
Such a tiny name
And yet her dreams are big
Stardust and powder
Tricks and delight
She scribbles her name in ink
I hold my name close to my chest
It is made up
Of course
Who can find the meaning within
Black like coal dust
Sticky as treacle
I enjoy these mark makings
These handwritten lines of truth and daring.

Void

The frost whispers a glittering welcome
We hang a wreath on the door
A plethora of leaves and berries
A wind chime breathing in the cool night air
A song to groove and soothe
Underneath the sound is a deep void
An emptiness that cannot be shaken
A final rejection
One last dance
None of which is true
We hibernate
Lie still
Under the spell of the void
Deep in the cave of our design
Like a sponge we falter
Seduced by the vinyl mirage
The frost whispers a glittering welcome
We open the door to greet it.

Tree

Her branches reach into the Earth
She is strong
Immovable
From the window I see her leaves shake
She is beautiful
Even with the discarded paper flashed amongst her branches
I take the view for granted
The silver chimney pot
The blue sky
A full stomach
And feet warm under the blankets
The tree stands tall
I should be like her
Standing straight
Waiting for summer to come and warm my roots.

Soul

The soul waits for absolution
Swallows little white pills to sleep
Waits in a drafty corridor
Catching dreams
Always cold
The blankets tuck around the body
There is a disconnect between physics and thought
Her tiny fingers interlace with mine
The smell of washing overrides the pebble dashed walls
We can no longer breathe in peace
We walk in circles
Think in circles
Time to pass
(Whether we want it to or not)
The soul waits for absolution
Swallows little white pills to sleep.

Home

We touch each others cold hands in the middle of the night
Stars like wistful children playing under the moon
It's just a game she squeals
I hear her speak
Just like you
The same thoughts go round and round
Like gravity
We all fall down
She takes a grain of salt
Throws it over her right shoulder
We are home I think
She leans into me
Her breath is gentle
Like a slow train gurgling through the shade
No time for superstitions
We are chicken shit
January sane
I will take a figure
Measure things out
She will be there
Of course
And eventually all will be well
I watch her face
It is calm and still
Asleep in the cold touch of night.

The Body

The body breathes in chaos
Breathes out love
All at once order and discordant noise
The shape of bones barely covered by skin
The inhalation whole
The exhalation halved
We lie on the cool tiles
Try to make sense of the map
The ridges and bumps
The story unfurled
Fingers twitching
Head aching
The body breathes in chaos
Breathes out love
All at once order and discordant noise.

Sink

We watch the water drain from the sink
Hands shaking
Heart leaping
A thudding staccato
A sin once denied
We curl up in flames
Feel the crackle and sizzle on our skin
The smallest words shout like a stone in the night
We turn the doorknob
Spy inside
We are thinner
Our movement slick
We binge on sidekicks
Blow a whistle and she is gone
How I will miss her
Like the smallest thing removed from my life
I watch the water drain from the sink
Hands shaking
Heart leaping.

Door

We scramble towards the door
A tangle of hair and stolen dreams
Hatter waves a rainbow
All we wish for is sleep
The Windows rattle
Like bones in a tin
We cannot enter
We cannot go in
The door is falling off its hinges
We prop it open with bottles
Wish for powder
Ache for dreams
We scramble in
We fall all out.