Tight

i am a limpet
in love
 
if i choose you
and
you, foolishly, choose me
i will leap
from the ground
and
wrap my arms
and legs
about you
tightly
tangled
in your hydroponic focus
 
giddy
and scalp bleeding
i promise
to grow a
lethal barnacle
around our love
cutting any
who
try to
crowbar
us
apart

with warmth
and moisture
between us
we grow our own
food
and live
oblivious
 
to
genocide
toxic contamination
and global warming
in our
pearly shell house
 

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Am I

beneath the limpid light
I face the world alone
regarding our lost love
in memory etched like stone
the seat of our dependence
too often left unsaid
the call for independence
left soggy in the bed

where did we lose in this
A union of the mind
A century of doubt
A hidden set of lines
emerge to show a reason
to cope with joys and tears
an artificial verdict
that says it’s truth not fears

Am I……………

A retrospective gaze
reveals the danger zones
conditioned cliches ring
the bells of own to own
how did our understanding
of love and thoughts we shared
succumb to leafless friendship
and visions thus impaired

A stark and windswept mind
is left to muse in flight
passions of our days
divisions of our nights
I’m blown to secret corners
then left on a hill bare
A power is surging in me
I’m free to everywhere

Am I……………

my camera smile

my camera smile
is never far from my face
it lurks down my shirt
and surfaces to coat any of my
un-happy-ness
it is a
subterfuge
submarine sandwich filled with marinated lies
and topped with garlic glitter
it drips bitter
tears
that at all costs
must not be displayed
amongst the worldwide dissemination
of public images

I am limited