The Night Sky in the Day Time

Relief after the storm

when rain washes the sky clear

grit and grain

drained away.

Awake to a sense of purity:

tensions resolved, static removed,

humidity vanished.

Walk outside

Bewildered at the streaks,

paint trailing at the bottom of a dome

See as you have never seen,

Darkly, though no longer through a glass.

Who knew the stars

were eyes?

Clustered, staring, unblinking

greedy.

Who knew the sky is a face?

The earth is a mouth,

full of teeth.

(with a nod to Laird Barron)

Stuff

If I was ten years younger

I might make a fool of myself

so I am glad that I am not.

I smile

and suck it in.

Why would I think

things would be any different

to how they were

ten years ago?

If I was ten years younger.

Except, like, for facebook and stuff.

***

I found a shoe

by the side of the road

There was no foot in it.

Not this time.

***

Tell me.

What I want to know,

is where

do the dead women go?

Eyes

Eyes are windows

the dead stare through

we keep them in our heads

nestled between thoughts and memories.

They always come back,

though never unchanged.

The dead stare and stare.

We fear what they have seen,

knowing we will see it too.

It freezes them,

hardens them, fossilises them.

Our eyes are windows,

the dead stare out.

Better

than that they

stare in.

Eye is here.

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Things I learned from watching the first episode of “The Walking Dead”

Men are mean

though they are not cruel

except for cruel men

who are mean and cruel.

Zombies are best avoided,

they have many bad habits.

Oh yes it is so very important to record every single thought that goes through one’s head.  I especially do not like frozen zombies, watching their jaws start to tremble with the tiniest movement beneath the ice, before they are barely thawed.  Now, what was the essential difference between mean and cruel again?  It wasn’t to do with money…I knew I should have written it down…

International Burns Day

I thought that it

must have been

International Burns Day

with the victims on parade,

their different scars on display.

Marks I had not seen before.

Hair up, showing pigmentless flesh

below the ear.

Flashmark along the arm.

Puckered skin running down the rear

of a shoulder.

Are these the marks

that all lives leave,

everyday little tricks

usually hidden up a sleeve?

Did everyone see?

Or was I gifted to view

a deeper reality?

What use was that to me?

It was a conversation starter,

but not much of one.

I prefer “Do you come here often?”,

its not as scary.

I saw through the cosmetics,

the veneer of confidence

granted by beauty.

I saw everyone’s little horror story.

I averted my eyes

from windows and mirrors.

Would I have to blind myself?

Perhaps I could find a nice lady

to do it for me.

We are all scarred.  Some days it is easier to bear our own.  Some days it is harder to bear others.  We judge ourselves by others too often, not knowing what is below.  But would you like to see underneath?  Be warned, it is bloody under there.

Dark tastes

Can you articulate

a vocabulary of longing?

Imagine a culture

with words for all of the varieties

of the piquancy of despair.

Do the number of eskimo words

for snow,

exceed ours for the

bouquet of anxiety?

The aroma of fear?

The astringency of depression?

The tannin of mania?

Or should we look

to those

whose palate desires

such a pallette?

Those hidden connoisseurs.

Unnatural natives (2) and other distractions

Numb-bats

Body artfully draped

Wrist carefully exposed

Window opened just a little

A late night pose

.

Trap wary

though jaded

Set the scene

Lure them in

.

Room ransacked

Car carjacked

Best of all that morning

Feelings stolen away

.

Cheap furry buddhas

Bodhi-bat-vas

Take away nirvahna

Delivered every night

.

Take it all away.

***

Light sticks

Light sticks

So be careful where you throw it.

You think you’ll take my horrors away?

Light touch

You think I am too sensitive?

For equating exposure with dismay?

Light box

Have you read the instructions?

You’re gonna put my fears on display

Light blinds

Use only as directed

There’s a reason we have both night and day.

***

The End

Don’t look up.

Don’t!

***

I think vampires are better explained by the numb – bat, not the vampire bat.  The victims are always willing.  You don’t live forever, it just feels that way.  There are lots of cryptid bats where I live now.  Still, its better than the cold.

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