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Wildfire

If you were stood here watching my eyes, you would see a reflection of what I see before me,

Of smoking clouds punching at the forever seas, crashing waves to starry heights.

You see, there is an alluding mystery that pins me to this place,

Like a song playing on loop,
Tangled hair buffering in the breeze.
There is certainty in memories repeated.

If you were here, you’d hear me humming your biker name,
Stood in clad leather, a girl in the gang, your girl called,

Wildfire.

You would tune into the fine red threads that pass over my eyeballs like road maps.

And I know that you’d know, that they are red thread highways, carved away over time,

by my desert love.

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Augusta

Sandy hair coiled coral, combing the marine; a tangled frenzy.

Barren breath like glitzy moth wings, quivering a thousand beats.

Red-raw meat humours a famished mouth,

Gone astray, hailed in the wild.

 

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Hush

Words strangle my throat; I try

Three thousand ways to

Come crawling to your bare feet

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Ralf

I take a turn, my feet pace

To a double beat

Down dreary street

I’m clipped of all good fortune

My lip is blue, broken

From the devil’s punch

Blood-winced, I wail,

Like a big-mouthed lion with a repressed paw

I take a turn, my head raw

Up to my latched room

Where I subsist

In pallor

 

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Sunrise

A mind, a whirlpool, a sky;

Amid wild orchards,

Apple cider, sweet rapture

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5am

A mirage of a spider scales your bare back,

Peroxide bursts your plastic skin,

You cling inside a curtain, among wet tiles;

Where lime mould bleeds from bruised grout.

Mould fed the flies, now stuck in time; immobile on the ceiling from summer’s decline.

Crimson water spirals,

Drags your feet into the plug of black oblivion,

You scream to be free,

Scream not to repeat,

Repeat not; until your feet are safely entwined upon the seashell towelling bathmat.

Your mind dissipates like a phantom, like condensation,

Exhaled on a broken mirror,

You wipe your breath clear, you mutter vaguely,

Did I lock the door?

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Daydream

Street lamps reflect in puddles

September sadness –

Alone in a street cafe

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Untamed

Glistening lips kissing raw,

Beneath pale moonbeam,

Inclement hearts squander love

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Burning Violin

Gypsy teeth gripped black roses

Dancing to Cohen;

Goodbye soaked our blue raincoats

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Chiltern Blues

Black dirt, skin cells, plug his nose

The carriage rocks, jolts –

Mornings’ wide yawn tastes bitter

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Apocalypse

Crusty desert skies, behold!

Earth is fading now –

Human hands clamp helplessly

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