The leaves fall off the tree
Seconds leaking from a dripping clock
Each tiny vein a crunch
A fallen decade under foot
Time lost
Skin lost
I don’t think I want to be robust any more
I don’t think I can commune and lead the way
This fallen forest compromises dreams
Awakens reality
Then leaves
They would not sell me ballet shoes
Let's trip skip one more time in the afternoon
Let the coffee stain my hair
Let’s have a blast and bake a powder cake
One more yellow break brake in the afternoon
Two to four
I promise
I swear
Lift me high
Like pie in the sky
See how black my eyes are
Tired
Sewn in deep like buttons
My real state of being
Contact chat collaborate concern
Empty as an amputation
Nothing better
Nothing worse
Down in the coal pit
These buttons eyes serve me well
No need to listen
The veins
The crunch
The falling leaves
I know everything that matters is underground
I could gather up the time and skin
Make a window
Build a door
Fashion a hatch
Finish the cake
Unstitch the buttons
Peel back the dark
But I have no care to see
Time falls
I fell already
Let’s have a blast and bake a powder cake
Just one more yellow break brake in the afternoon
Two to four
I promise
I swear
Lift me high
Like pie in the sky
Stitch me yellow button eyes.
The three sisters have gathered
Gold in the night
Like magic
Except you are in the corner
Stiffer than a shadow
Stony cold
Gone
I am lost in the ruins of myself
Trouble and sorry in the same room
The three sisters are torn apart in love
An entanglement of lost hearts and unspoken deaths
Not worn out
Worn through
The three sisters have gathered
I did not change the bandages
Or rub upon the salve
There is no point in dressing for dinner
When love and taste has gone
Funny
I can do what I want now
I can dine until I burst
Cry until I laugh
Sing electric
Loud as thunder in the night
But all I want is sleep
And you
I am worn out
Not through
The three sisters came and went
Like the notion that I could make this better
I still watch them
Up there in the gold and magic
As all the world sleeps
And my dreams are stolen
I pretend that I am with them
An evening out
But not worn through.
The plough came down
The clips came out
The dry bones jumped the cliff
Dropped like bullets in a silver tray
Stutter splutter spit
I could fill an apple cart with my longing and your absence
They taped me up
Thick sugar sauce
Rickety clickety click
Poison to my soul
We climbed the glass
And flew the bed
Easy as filling pages
Bad as eating pie
These words are yours and mine
Hiding in the back seat
Sailing the ship when we are high
We laugh
How sweet each syllable feels
Going down
But our language is like glass
We cannot sustain this yellow rift
Down we come
Lickety-split
We are cold
We are baffled
Why do we feel cold
Why do we even feel
The forms need filling
The walls keep falling
Keep me in
Keep them out
The world changes
We are stuck inside
This poison I have
Inside
Outside
I cannot sit with it
I cannot live with it
I have to spit it out.
The paper falls on the floor
No return if removed
Trouble number ten
Impulsivity
It leaves us empty
I wish I wish
My conscience would be too
I was in the other room
I did not hear you cry
Acid on the face
Lemon juice in the eye
The sink is blocked
The walls are crumbling
The flies keep coming in
Should you be worried about the powder on my shoes
The sheets wrap up my dreams
Safe and warm as fish and chips
Eaten on the beach
Different time
Different place
Sparse pleasure
Quickly ripped away
When my eyes fall on the floor
There is something stuck
Inside
Outside
Unshakeable
Morose
A conscience
A missed blessing
Pleasure
Pain
The trouble is I do not know
The paper falls on the floor
No return if removed.
Hold the bag Alice
We have much work to do
We must we must
Reclaim ourselves
Grant asylum to our soul
god protect us from the abomination of the powder and the dust
Quick sticks
Carry the candle mummy is coming home
My feet hurt
And the oranges have turned gray
Look my fingers are just like starlings gazing up from a pie
Jam filling and pastry on top
Let’s stop and have a bite
We need sugar to cross this demimonde
She brushes her pinafore proudly
Pleased that she knows such a very grand word
There’s no time to stop
If we stop
He will come
And if he comes
We will forget our way home
What will happen if we never get home
It will be like we were never born
Oh, she sighs and holds the bag and our transgressions tighter
I don’t think I would like that
We never go far after all
It would be a long way past the mirror
Past the road to Africa and far beyond the moon
Yes
Quick sticks
Carry the candle
We must protect our home from thieves and fools
We shut our eyes and touch our head
We do that
Once twice three times
Our rites
When the words are too big
And the world even bigger
I hold her hand
So very glad for her allegiance
Quick Sticks
Put the powder on the chopping board
Mummy's coming home.
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- Apologies if i can't get around to your posts or replies as quickly as usual..slight medical and mental hitch
I will paint my arm black
And dye my hair white
Like rabbit
She says
To try and help
You know
I don’t have to tell her
We are falling down the hole
Hide behind the tree she says
Safe from prying eyes
They don’t pry Alice
They don’t even see
She bends
Pretends
To straighten her buckles
She knows the next part
And the next part
She will come too
Just in case
We meet our limit
You know
It’s not all tea and cake
It’s a puzzle silly
And we can always work out a puzzle
If they have eyes
Then they can see
And if we are here
Then they can see us
And if they can see us
Then they can pry on us
And keep us safe
I smile at her
To show her how very clever she is
I can no longer make a sound
Find a word to say
We were not just lost in the mirror
We were hung up from the tree
I pull the bag on my shoulder
Take her hand
There is a little lane
To the east
Where a woman in soft cotton moved
Her hands
Like life
In a way
Her trousers billowing
Like sails
In a way
Maybe if we follow her
Maybe if we find her
Maybe if we become her
I’m scared says Alice
I hold her hand
To show her how very special she is
I will never make a sound
I will hide her
Keep her safe
Keep her from knowing
Our Dissolving
Our unbuckling
Our falling grain by grain
Ashes to ashes
Water through dust
Black into white
We must we must.
Your painted nails drag down my cheek
Red like cherry bombs
Tearing through the night
Two doses of love
Wrapped in a tiny white box
The label reads
Don't take both at once
The pins fell out in the dressing room
We ran up the chaos hill
I hear they trade good cherries there
The war runs deep
Indiscriminately
Vicious inside
Powder silver golden coins
All placed in a basket
Mummy can carry home
We drop sour kisses
Muddy
Despicable
It really is a bore
Everything secret
Nothing unknown
Let’s ring a bell and sing for peace
Liberate the words
Maybe the cherry bomb will diffuse me
And a truce will end this war
Except I know the secret
The blood red night is mine alone
And the prisoner but one.
It all seems such an ordinary affair
White bag
Grey slippers
Little yellows tucked inside
Marigolds and buttercups
Compound powder sun
Drowns out sound
Blisses us past irritation
Deep into jumble dreams
Silver sweet runs through my toes
Soft hands brush my face
Afternoon passes by the window
I am so tired
Clean the doors
Tidy the floors
Hem the curtains
Neat as skin
fit pop blast
Is this tea
Sniffs Alice
Pointedly
Flamboyantly
It hardly meets my appetite
I pull packets from the cupboards
Yellows and blues fall like cherry drops
Yellow ready
Green go
Red stop
Red is the signal we would like to disclose
The sky is stirred in a china cup
Purple and blue that time forgot
We see the last lights last rights
Fall heavy on our sheets
Head slows
We will not let it stop
Electricity busy as stars waving in the night
Always work to do
It all seems such an ordinary affair
Sacred threads and marigolds
Drifting through our head.
