shard 1

death

 

wet concrete

i spit out my tooth

tea stained enamel

silver filling

blood follows

i can hear the siren

its drawing closer

the blood mingles with the rain

the tooth is washed downstream

the ambulance is here

its midnight

my chariot beckons

 

shard 2

strobe/haiku

 

s/e/e/n/t/h/r/o/u/g/h/a/s/t/r/o/b/e/l/i/g/h/t

p/e/o/p/l/e/m/o/v/e/i/n/s/l/o/w/m/o/t/i/o/n

c/u/t//l/o/o/s/e/f/r/o/m/t/i/m/e/s/c/h/a/i/n/s

 

shard 3

sixteen words for cold

 

cold,     

kalt,       koud,    kűlm

kylmä,   kubanda,            koue,

                kadhemen

froid,     frío,       freddo, fred

hladno,                 hladan,                fret

hotze

 

shard 4

life

 

i wake up

i see dim light below

it is the birth of a galaxy

the light changes

enhances

glows fiercely

the light turns from red to green

dozens of smaller lights circle around

the smaller lights have become sentient

i watch them watch me watch them

they dart in and out of my vision

some approach me

they look like insects

some keep their distance

they look like cells

the creatures have become hostile

the insects attack my brain

the cells attack my eyes

the creatures are gone

i open my eyes

i see everything

a planet appears

it is blue

it is beautiful

it is home

i move towards the surface

the clouds cushion my descent

they are comfortable

like pillows

 

shard 5

dream

 

the dream is that i am travelling around a shopping centre but not walking,

rolling as if on an invisible air current bobbing and flopping over the heads

 

of people realised in my mind as characters from television and books

and everything there is decay and i take the same route round the dream

 

each night and nothing ever happens because i keep visiting the same places

over and over again, here is the urinals and the hole in the wall, here is the old

 

man screaming on a podium, his beard flowing and melting like fire, telling

everyone about jesus and here is the flower shop only the flowers are dried

 

up like lavender placed in a dresser drawer to cover up the smell of too much life.

 

shard 6

rust

 

the view from my            window which

takes in blossom,             willow and rose

each of many colour       each of many texture

now wafer dull like          rothko

rust on a tin can                rust in my mind

 

shard 7

roses

 

around here       the day often    was        and the night often         is

and you had been           inside    but are outside                                 now

with a wind-up torch and a sheer satin gown

which makes you look

fabulous in the moonlight.         

you are

pruning the blood

red roses which are the                only thing

i can remember that        were and             are,

the petals            falling to the floor            without sound.

the depths of my

mind were not but now                                are         and

it is like listening to a song that never was.

 

shard 5

lost

 

everything that i loved is

falling away like a cliff

eroded not by time but

by ‘just one more’

 and ‘i’ll be fine’

and heavy eyes

and drift

and drift

and drift

and drift.

awake.

 

shard 8

gaps

 

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nd when itis beca             u today

i p           romiseu, my “pe              rson” and est friend, th

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nv           er give up; th

ati wi     ll

 

ve you com         ltely for

 

allmy life