Right

My boy has the sun in his eyes

He is a dream that stops here

From time to time

A poem which hobbles

In the darkest night

Shaved skin and vowels

Disguised and wanting

Canny little worm 

Digging

Deeper 

Deeper

Down

Can you imagine when

Everything fosters a sign

Thirty three

Four for a pound

The real deal

Atrium buggy

Stop me

Stop me

I wonder sometimes

What is the secret

Me

Her 

Him

If I am the secret

I am rotting inside

Uneasy blackbird 

Chirping in a pie

Four and twenty

See

Unable 

To speak

To be

Sometimes nobody hears 

That is when the dread sings loudest

The same words trapped in amber

Screaming

My boy has the moon in his eyes

He is a dream that stops here

From time to time

I hold his hand 

Like a mother would

See the pink skies I say

As he fades and falls

Yes 

He smiles and sings and soars

Our dreams stick together

Sweet as candy canes

Sure as stars

Unstoppable

Unswartable

Really quite magical she says

I forgive her the made up word

They made us up after all

Look she squeals and claps

The moon is like peach melba

Pink and yellow and shiny

Like Betadine she delights

I smooth her head

And quietly say farewell 

I know he will come back

When the time is right.

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Thank you all for keeping visiting and commenting - i am on a brief reprieve from hospital before heading back for the next stage of proceedings next week ..it is tricky navigating the rabbit hole with a dicky leg so please forgive us our sluggishness..hopefully we will be home for good in a few weeks

Tin

The penny bites in my pocket
I wipe off the edges 
With a used paper towel
Such a funny rabbit hole
Whispers Alice
Pink windows
Cardboard pots 
Stones in the atrium
Just like a zoo
I suppose we are not quite human 

I especially like the bottles 
The fizz and clank
Shh don't tell them that 
That was a secret 
Shared with the other tin girl
It drank away the menace 
Stiff shirts and empty time
It was nice though

It is always nice chasing rabbit

I suppose in a way it stops us unravel
She ponders
Reaching for my pocket

I keep our whole world buttoned in there

I think the secret to lying is telling the truth
Lay it out on paper
Like we lay out our words
And our body on the sheets
Exactly so

We sit
We sit
Waiting at the pink window
Underneath the binary clock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Not looking up

I really do love words she says 

Bucket proof vest
Bullet proof list
Billet proof head

The place where we are free and rampant 

It's not so bad really
The powder and dust
The blank afternoons

Words
Walls
Windows

Sunshine falling on us
Safety net
Survival boat
Place of rest

We are the words
And in the words
That is happy says Alice
Happy as finding the people who can read us

All the tin people with hearts of flesh and gold

Lucky penny she delights 
It sits cleanly in my pocket
Waiting
Waiting.

Puzzle

Hmm says Alice
Chewing her sugar star
It is curious
A real puzzle

Like planting wishes in dung
And expecting them to sprout

Feckless
Superior
Foreign

I reach for the flowers
The stain grows and flows
Thick as rust in our veins

Are we luminous or hollow
Lucid or dumb
Chiseled or soft
Just like corn pie she squeals

I suppose we are both
Like the moon
One side light
The other dark as treacle
Left in a tin on the shelf

I like treacle
Especially when the lid gets sticky
And we prise it open like a paint can
A colour present she claps

We sink like wine
In winter sunrise
Coming
Going
Out of reach

I farm our dreams
Like a mole
We are an elastic deformation
A blue seed stretching on the vine
Not sure of our mistake

We cannot see the sky
Tucked behind these pink walls
We would like to fall
Fresh as hopeful concrete
Into the red bed
Straight back home.

Bell

The concrete smells nice

Rain in car tops

And cracked bitumen 

The gentle purr of your breath on my cheek 

I forgot the song I was waiting for

Friends use the window

Strangers use the door

Why does time move slower when we're speeding

She asks

I forget that we are early 

Not late

I remember the bruises

Sternum

Wrist

Groin

500ml of glue stat 

She inhales

I kneel beside her on the floor

It looks like you are praying

I wonder what for

Our body aches

Drowsy and dull

Nasty

Like the flies

I feel a million miles away

Like pins and needles Alice whispers

Our finite territory is beautiful 

I think

Silence stained in our skin

Ours to have 

To hold

To be

We value it more than sugar or stars 

It is us

In us

Of us

Nameless

Ours

It was what we were never allowed

Our quietness

Our voice

Our presence

Body

Soul

Mind

Bed

House

Home

Red

Sharp

Edge

Floor

Safe

Dark

Air

Window

Open 

Clean

Tidy

Mine

Mine 

Me

Stolen freedoms

That wore me away

Made me silent in a dead way

We listen to the rain come down

Are we alone even though someone is sleeping in our bed

We are always alone Alice 

We have each other she replies

The concrete smells nice

Rain in car tops

And cracked bitumen 

We rest back

Wishing 

It is nice to hear our ears ring again

Rain and church bells wrapped in foil.

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Apologies once more if we can't get around to your posts - we appreciate your visits and time 

Broken

I wish there was a way 

To escape this empty feast

We miss our sink 

Blood and crushed vanilla

I am not myself 

Moulded 

Missed

More

I use my hands to find my heart

Is it still there whispers Alice

Maybe

But it feels different

Worn out

Broken

Torn

The engine struggles 

Petrol run through rusted veins

Fruitless

Folly

Failed

We sit still 

On the mortuary shelf

Ghosts 

Aching for midnight 

Sweet bursting

Meth in our mouth

Stars and sinks and self

I miss that

Our self

We are strays 

Too many parts

Bagged

Sacked

Hidden under the bed

Held tight in our head

It hurts

Like a mariachi band 

Drilling through our teeth 

She giggles

I miss that

Her laugh

Worn out

Broken

Torn

My skull aches for the generator

Glue 

Dust

Vanilla crushed

The magical mutation of being

I miss that

Our being

I hold her hand

Turn over like a motor 

I wish there was a way 

To escape this empty feast.

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Scry

The butterfly fell asleep in the window

Tired of our bickering

We are all frayed edges

Blue 

Dress

Wings

Heart

Asleep on the bathroom floor

Did you hear its breath

Soft and sweet and sticky

All spun out on a spiders web

Tired

Exhaust

Suspension

We are up the creek she giggles

A chill that sticks

Plaster and glue

Are we separate or awake

Forgive us our sins

How does it go 

I used to know

Mummy taught me my prayers

My mouth is dry

I scour back

Rattle scatter

Tug at the thread of her broken dress

Give us this day our daily bread

Forgive us our trespasses

Forgive them that trespass against us 

Lead us not into temptation

Hmm she thinks 

Chewing her sugar

I turn my head away

Pointless

She always knows when I am crying

When I am empty as a drum

Receding 

Falling

Dropping the cord

At the bottom of the hole

Too far gone to send a signal

Tired 

Exhaust 

Suspension

If you could have a crystal ball in which to scry

What would your wishes be

I wish to sleep in the bed

I would like it to be soft

And safe

I would like you to be happy and free

I would like to cradle that butterfly

Hold her in my hand

As if she is my last day too

I would like to forgive forget and be

Hmm

The sun warms our face as we look to the sky

Well that doesn’t sound impossible to me.

Lethargy

We lie in the bed

Wide eyed

Wide awake

Shut in

Shut up

Tell me the name of the places you love

She chews her fingers

Thinks for a little while

Well I quite like it here

Why

Well there’s lots of sugar for a start

And you don’t make me do sums

It’s really quite curious

I lie in the bed 

Awake

Asleep

Shut in

Shut out

Addicted

Defiant

Filth

That’s what she thought as she taped me up

That’s what everybody thinks

Except you

But you’re not real

You’re just stuck in the secret with me

I will crawl past the wolf

Eventually

The door is wide open 

Firmly shut

There is no lock that can not be picked

She states proudly

Today we have a goal

Blue

Glue

Goo

Goody she trips and squeaks 

I love a little solvency

Our gums drop

We will rest a while on Lethargy Road

The best place is the space between time and place and being

I say

Nowhere

Everywhere

Stars

Earth

Moon

Clouds

That’s just silly

Silly

That's funny I think as I touch my face

They said I couldn't cry

Tell me the name of the places you love she asks

You 

Sleep

Safe 

In

Your heart

Your arms

Your thoughts

Anywhere but here

Everywhere inside of us

She smiles and giggles 

Her hand in mine 

As I wait out another night

Plant

The orange pop explodes

Like my head

Emerging from the shallows

Teeth spilling

Revealing

Our good fortune 

Collapsing on the floor

We tried to wave down the can van

We are always late

For important dates

She chuckles

Spinning around the moon

Pink is pretty 

Good enough to eat 

Yum

Yum

Can I make a call on the bubble gum phone

She asks

Lagging behind in the chalkline of our nonsense

The thunder crawls through my head

Reeling in

The seed of my being

Shiver

Swivel 

Sway

Crushed vanilla and ropes wrapped around her head

The topmost cloud holds the clearest view

We sit there

Joyfully swinging our legs

Eating honey and pudding pots

Stirred around with a silver spoon

I could rather take this extravagance in my stride

She giggles

Shiver

Swivel 

Sway

A feather falls in the window

At half past two

I will mow the floors

Pull the rotten bones

From the carpet fibre

I track the 

Marks

Masks

Flowing through a shared vein of thought

And anger

I look to the sky

Longing

Wishing

Aching

A river 

Radiant

Blue and heaven

I think of you

The seed of my beginning.