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Kelp
I've got entangled in pure mystery
never endured a coquette so lewd,
her words twinkle like spangles but
despite all the glitter she's shrewd
I've come across some fast workers
in moments she had me unzipped
I'm far from a slouch at glib patter
in her sea-soiled face rests a crypt
its like being a drunken fire-eater
on a water-bed playing with fire
I've grow...
Friday 20th August 2021 10:43 am
Sealed Units
next door they've got new windows
all triple-glazed for noise and heat
hermetically sealed against society
frost and storms designed to beat
yet other enemies will get through
invisible demons with wings of fire
on those panes reflections of one
mountainous molten funeral pyre
coming round but I'll never be right
lungs crackling like broken glass
legs potent...
Friday 6th August 2021 10:52 am
Prone
no ruin can come to me
my status is fully secure
parameters are normal
air-supply made secure
warm feelings suffusing
my body and its pain
voices echo far away
fever roasts my brain
images memories of old
before me life's flashing
re-living old times amid
a future thats crashing
all I have is in thoughts
vegetable activity level
limbs still ...
Saturday 6th March 2021 11:28 am
Masks And Whiskers
half-dead they do linger
machines tinkle and purr
medics swathed in plastic
distressed humans a-stir
beneath ICU wards and
amid odd cavities galore
smaller fauna breathes
distant the muffled roar
who considers the mice?
they live in hospital too
a big enough challenge
without this virus stew
if you listened carefully
on dozing wards at night
...Sunday 24th January 2021 1:06 pm
We've Never Had Water Here Anyway
As originally published with Clay Literary's Raven: https://www.clayliterary.com/post/design-a-stunning-blog
‘Neath the blistering heat, California poppies cast
themselves to the hillside sun as wayward children
start to lose their breath, as you now fight for yours,
running to chase the summer blues away.
The young and old all begin to fail; heatwaves
take the lun...
Thursday 20th August 2020 7:50 pm
Valves
The brass band wears black arm bands
Now Ted is gone.
His lungs survived years down the pit,
He was a master of the
Piston valve but now his trumpet lies
Idle, its finger buttons at rest
The mouthpiece cold, quite free from spittle.
The air that made Ted's lips vibrate is gone,
No more the change of lip tension that varied
His vibrations giving notes of different pitch, ...
Monday 11th May 2020 12:41 pm
Putrid
My lungs breathe in most of everything,
No matter the toxicity.
Some days I hold in the putrid air,
Until I'm left gasping.
Friday 14th October 2016 6:03 am
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