Lunar eclipse

Clearing cobwebs, out from a treasure trove

by the alcove, while the day ebbs I catch reds

fireflies that dove, drawing threads,

making webs, against a lunar eclipse

before laying their eggs, wary of intruders

the moonless night grips, soothing blips

where it’s rumoured lies an apocalypse

Sundry monsoon

Infrequent downpour spilling

Icy winds running through the night outing

Gusty winds guide me,

the path the water is tracing,

To a dry door, soaring above the petals

Flowing gently beneath my sandals

I watch the tranquil scene

I watch the tranquil scene
Beneath the leafless trees

My verses speak only of the balmy breeze
Over the still and empty nights
The luster of a pale moon hangs over
Undefined sorrows in an embittered quiet
No more of the he’s and she’s
Their vivid tapestries now lost
In the endless pathways of the night

Social medium

My fast wifi, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you feed, sting and bounce,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the shallow flounce, that was my mind.

Let me compare you to a dead baboon?
You are more deadly, grumpy and awful.
Past suns heat the rotting peaches of June,
And summertime has the lawful coffle, of internet speech.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your exciting blindness, skinless rage.
Thinking of your stupid takes, fills my days.
My love for you is a melancholy sage.

Now I must away with a woeful heart,
Remember my mean words whilst we’re apart.

Rain dance

I count on my finger tips the sound of raindrops

in yesterday’s sky while the moon and the flowers

Broken by voices singing

the moon and the flowers, under summer rain

my cat curls into a crescent moon

his fishy smells on teeth and bones

he purrs as the rain falters

New paint

The way home; as the footprints taper
I see yesterday’s footprints
have collected rainwater

An argument
stitched together in pauses
and a flickering lampshade
all that remains is hate

The damp walls-
the smell of rotting paint
with every breath
sweats into me
a strange intoxicant
I am home again

Energetic sleep–
an errant twig scratching
the broken moonlight-etched window

I wish I dreamt
of an old photo, us
in an blur of star shine