Poetry

When the World Echoes

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When the world echoes in one ear
out the other runs a voice
in a flapper dress.
You have no choice to put on a show. Offs
any notion of peace.
And when they say, just carry on, the voice
runs a marathon of laughter.

It says in a whisper haunting each step,
You’re an ant on a boot which walks the Milky Way.
Remember that when you think you’re okay.
You try to scream for the red stop light.
But voice careens into your mind,
metallic bits of self. Scatter, clatter, fall.
Bounce once. Bounce twice.
And they say, just carry on.
We don’t see any blood.

So you carry on, because the blood’s in your head.
Always there, dripping.
but outside you aren’t slipping.
It stays in your cave.
Stalactites and stalagmites in mind.
Waiting to spear you thrice the next time
you fail at life.

When the world echoes in one ear
out the other runs a voice
in a flapper dress.
Your legs are not yet chopped. Don’t be weak.
Says the voice. The lights are up, the music started.
Just carry on.
Just carry on shouting to silence.
You’re only an echo.
Poetry

Splatter: A Poem

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I painted the door nicked, splattered and haphazard.
I opened the chaos, found a room made of black shapes.
I tripped on a shadow stretched across the floor, beamed
with yellow still trickling, out the rectangular frame behind.
I found a torch and searched the room. Watched, as shapes
danced in pair with shadows on the walls. In the door of this house.
Poetry

A Dervish of Moonbeams

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If you
want for light

for
day for night.

If you
wish for land

for
sea for sand.

Sink
feet deep.

Let
snow hug you

to
sleep.

In
this dark and cold embrace.

When
all stars are erased.

Find
futures inside fire.

Where
for light for day

for
night, for all conspire.

To
bring together a last daydream,

a dervish in deep moonbeams.
Poetry

Rumbles the Rain

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Silence meditates in the skeleton city

A place where metal mountains

grasp for an iron sky

Only to crumble. Crushed by the dome

of earth which rumbles, rattles

and shudders away all that sings green.

A rain falls and makes white noise

of the spaces between. I dart

from cover. To cover, coat hissing.

In this place where acid cascades from the stars

styled as sheet music printed in fades.

Shades of colour fill the deep breath of silence.

Inside the pauses, I am hugged by silver bones.

I don’t feel so alone.
Poetry

Sing for Mercy, Oh Mercy: A Poem

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They
buried her throne

They sat
her there.

They tied
her to a windsor chair.

All while
singing for mercy.

 

They beat
her blue.

They
turned her back.

They ran
her with a line of prozac.

All the
while singing for mercy.

 

It’s a
lone and a long walk to mercy.

 

She
called a trade.

She
kicked up twice.

She
spread her legs in a desperate heist.

All the
while singing for mercy.

 

She flipped
a smile.

She
measured due south.

She
whispered to the prison guard’s mouth.

All the
while singing for mercy.

 

It’s for
mercy. Not for her mercy.

 

They tied
her eyes.

They cut
her ears.

They put
her in a thousand mirrors.

All the
while singing for mercy.

 

They
burned her sun.

They shattered
her sight.

They took
away all her might.

All the
while singing for mercy.

 

Not her
mercy. It’s for mercy.

For their
long walk alone to mercy.

 

Cry out
for mercy. Stand for mercy.

All we
have left in the end.

Is mercy.
Poetry

Calm as the Lone Rose in a Garden: A Poem for Introverts

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Calm as the Lone Rose in a Garden



When the world echoes in one ear

out the other runs a voice

swinging in a flapper dress.

You have no choice to put on a show. Offs

any notion of peace.

And when they say, just carry on, the voice

runs a marathon of laughter.

 

It says, in a whisper haunting each step,

You’re an ant on a boot which walks the Milky Way.

Remember that. When you think you’re okay.

You try to scream for the red stop light.

But the voice careens mind,

metallic bits of self. Scatter, clatter, fall.

Bounce once. Bounce twice.

 

And they say, just carry on.

We don’t see any blood.

So you carry on, because the blood’s in your head.

Always there, dripping.

but outside you aren’t slipping.

It stays in the cave of the mind.

Stalactites and stalagmites grown through.

Waiting to spear you thrice the next time

you trip in life.

When the world echoes in one ear

out the other runs a voice

swinging in a flapper dress.

Your legs are not yet chopped. Don’t be weak.

Says the voice. The lights are up, the music started.

Just carry on.

Just carry on shouting to silence.

You’re only an echo.

 

A rose reflected in a camera lens.