Poems

The Secret World Disappears

Pirate treasure map brown
Canines drip iodine like blood.
Naked breasts undulate
In a wave of breath
And the hallucinates
Enjoy a private concert
Of urban cicadas
Mammering dewberry.
Trees grow on the vine
With skeletal limbs
Exploding out of acorns.
Neon conjures
The aquamarine notes
Of a distant trumpet.
Clocks turn compass
And describe a perfect circle.
A hypodermic needle
Of glass and steel
Punctures a distended moon
And turned it pumpkin
With its humours.
The night is red velvet.
The stars are faint green,
And the entire world
Is post-impressionist until
A normal man steps on to the sidewalk.


Hope

Hope is the reflection of a reflection.
It’s a thin pyramid of flickering orange
Ensconcing a searing blue teardrop
From a dying plastic lighter
Imprisoned in an infinite world
Of glass portals lined like
Crystal dominoes,
Diminishing to infinity.
Its fuel is poison,
Toxic butane,
But there’s something so alluring
About its glowing, oscillating dance-
Hypnotic to infinity.


Wild Skies

The night is when I’m alive.
There is lightening in my veins,
And your blue sky
And marigold sun
Don’t exist where
The muddy green skies,
Pregnant with hail,
Churn ashen cyclones.
Have you looked at
A wild Van Gogh?

That’s where I live.