Unfulfilled

Lethargy has sapped

The body of all its strength

The mind of all its reason

Until the will fades

Leaving me hollow.

Faded Goal

To a darkening
Celestial sky I climb up
But never reaching.

In Order to Save Humanity

Trepidation
Dreading the day
And its endless
Uncertainties
Unclassified
As mannequins
Mill about
Spouting senseless
Theories
In replica
In repetition
Until the telephone
Wire snaps
And the nonsense
Escapes
Polluting the atmosphere
With a high pitched wail
That calls the drones
To divvy up
Measure up
Line up
And terminate
Executing the human race.

Without the Day

Towards a long awaited outcome
Traveling through the dark
Transversing waters deep and indifferent
Towards a long awaited demise.

Hardly Even There

The listless way he walks
Those fetching fetchless sighs
The empty way he talks
Those indifferent goodbyes
Illuminates a tragic trail
Trudged along the way
A failure waiting to fail
And try another day
To coax a walking corpse
To turn the day around
And continue through the copse
Without becoming a corpse lying down
Is a lesson lost on a drowning man
To continue until we no longer can.

Ten Things that Won't Necessarily Kill You

Running with scissors

Playing in traffic

Eating live mice

Waltzing through mine fields

Playing Russian roulette

Shooting yourself

Juggling acid

Swallowing a grenade

Watching TV for 720 hours straight

Stapling your eyelids to your forehead.

Talent

Humiliation

Calls, a hearkening to rise,

Fight and fall once more.

Webs

Down the dark hall

A spider creeps

First left

Then right

Then right up the wall

It travels

To a world in vertigo

Stormed by a giant

Armed with a shoe

The ground shakes

As the spider darts

From the thump, thump, thump

Of the attack

Retreating into a crack

To rest

And plot

Its retaliation.

A Little Rain

With a betrayal

The storm simmers with flames of

Tempestuous heat.

Disquiet the Mind

Through stress lies a calm

Illusionary stream which

Winds its way, eating away

At the subconscious

As the conscious screams.

Awaiting Serendipity

Longing toward the light

Against the dark cold

Of a life far more

Disappointing

Than dreams

Promised in coloured

Brightness; a joy

Known on the surface

But not in the heart.

How to Spend an Afternoon

Here I hold

In my hand

The fabled

Recipe

For respite

From boredom;

A potent

Formula

Which is matched

By nothing,

For nothing

Is quite as

Useful at

Whiling the

Hours away.

Watch closely

As I tear

The card up

And it blows

Away on

The wind to

Scatter through

The masses.

Now hurry,

Pick them up,

Every piece,

Or the cure

Will be lost

Forever.

Ill Advised

Languid limbs tire

As the body wastes away

In deep atrophy.

Artfully Applied Boredom

As the heater clicks

The fridge buzzes, the lights hum

And the heart beats away each

Second of a dull,

Colourless, safe life.

For You

The heart wants what it wants

Whether boxed in a cage

Or hung in a triangle

Twisting upon the air

It needs what it needs

Whether thumping madly

Or resting a sedated walk

Or resting entirely

A gift of my heart at rest

That was the idea

But lying, wrapped in this box

It still thumps madly.

The Tripping Tongue

I forgot the words

But there they are

Lying on the floor

I tiptoe around them

I lost the words

But here they are

Dropped inside a drawer

I dance around them

I lack the words

But where they are

Decorum without decor

Prohibits speech.

Parsing Problems

Without a word now

Run quickly, far through the glade

Until, at last, it stops.

Thinking Circles

Towards a new day

Walking backwards

Tripping over 

Forward fears

Staring at

Past horrors

Hardly knowing

Where I am

In the middle.

Brittle

Wander lust

Lies wasted

Wasted by lies

Felled from

Bejeweled lips

Sweepingly

Falling away

As life

A wintry

Darkness

Shadowed

By the Fall

As wavery

Light brings 

Spring to 

Summer's end

And the corpse

Hangs in

Disarray.

The Gallery

Torn asunder by

Artless imaginings made

Real taste lies ruined.

A Red Sea

The rain ran into his eyes

Like blood from a broken stream

A cool drink made warm and unpalatable

With a sickly, mercurial sweetness

Absorbed by a thirsty skin

Sucked into parched land

Turning it foul.

Inspiration

Without the wind sails

Hang mournfully as the ship

Drifts far out to sea.

Anywhere

Passing through

Down the road

Along the passage of time

To a place where

Normal

Is as easy as

Walking on water.

There is no place

For what's outside.

The extraordinary gift

Of being ordinary

With clean ripples of struggle

Instead of a tidal wave of despair.

To be good at useful trades

Rather than dazzling with

Unusual yet useless skills.

To be somewhere.

Grey

Tasteless morsels

Hang on the tongue like ash

A pendulum swings

Back and forth

Back and forth

The day wears on

From yellow to blue

A pendulum swings

Back and forth

Back and forth

A faucet drips

Above the march of ants

A pendulum swings

Back and forth

Back and forth

Then silence.

Springtime

A kind of jigsaw puzzle

Made from sawing limbs

A tourniquet on hand

To ensure success

As the pieces are 

Transplanted into place

The wholes fill up

Until spread out

The final piece is laid

The jigsawed mass

Of writhing limbs

Dissolve into a picture

Of a serene pastoral setting

Where sheep and lilacs play

A perfect picture

That can only be seen

From a plane

Passing far

Overhead.

Simple

Bent towards the light

A sapling strong pulled out of

The Earth and broken.

Anchoring Clouds

Adrift amidst an

Overbearing sky, swallowed

In a sea of apathy

I reside pensive

And so deeply lost.

To Gather Ashes

Beneath the tortured yew

I walk the trembling cinders

Along the wilting path

Of a land lost amidst

Its winter years.