Ma

Messages I wrote back in my head
Pa wrote letters to me
It was on tan coloured paper
It looked expensive and the ink sunk in
Distinctive writing
Times when things were missing
I miss you.

Laying low I'm a lowlife

Late night
I always stay quiet
The bread rise
The consequence
Then it captures me
Dig a shoulder in
I never fell asleep
When we were down against the floor
I sink ships
Curve against the earth
Stroke my chest
Sure enough.

Quail Eggs

Scary birds live at first
They live at first but fly last
Wreaking havoc in time
Cross culture I was swept by like
Seams of untrying
This is the story of how I was lying
Sick and shaking
It had been a long while
Scoreboards and white lines
Keeping me on a straight path
Don’t ask, just don’t ask
Well I fell hard a few years
Young hope met fire hard burnt up fast
Vented sick hurts whipped round by hope
Better boys and girls
They sorry great knees grazed hard and close
Known nothing like it for bearing openness
And as courses became cold I sweated through single hours
Crisp morning light brought Beltane
Dusk died hard
Summer fasted
Weighted gates spun round gravel on grass
Coarse memories defunct in reflection of a postposition
Gonorrhoea wasn’t too much of a worry
Damp earth shone open in a fixating drought
Escape was coming soon
Feral fountain pens shone out like zealots
Careless dreams of futures fallen trapped in casts
Pressure dripped from nightmarish worlds
Cut on by girls and boys and painkiller tripping
Far away gilded hopefuls drew closer to nirvana
And I stepped round the mandalas like a truant faithless
True to myself in a blaze of crippling mind maps
Tongue twisted palms gripped
Counteracted the mind fucks of local roams:
Lost is a word hidden from view
If you don’t know where you’re going
You never know where wishes will travel next
Skim stones in oceans of everything that there will ever be
Depths are dark fast frenetic want harder mix in the deep mist
Swirl in typhoons of thunder with beasts made of metal
Make guns out of ripe fruit and hunger in heaven
Now is not the time for the past or the future or the present
Contours of time don’t wrinkle around us
They scour the dimensions of subjects
Keep score
I learnt that freedom is forecast in rest not retribution
Rearticulation framed laments for an empty end
Coming home was a journey filled with love
I never knew how much my life was not only mine but my dads
And my sisters
And my mothers
And my step mothers
And my friends
And
Scale mint flavoured mountains
Career through yama
Wailing and lost in front of your enemies
Nothing is quite like a leaf
Pollution stops in front of big waves
Running water running from danger
But even home isn’t a safe place
Gentle soft calm deaths come quick and quietly to all
I’m sure he knows where they are if not here
Dreamworlds waken with wide bloodshot torn eyes
Scratching out the wallpaper
Don’t give up echoes around someone who hoped to lie as well
We all hope to lie
She also loved a man that died
Skin and bone and soil and earthy tree roots and worn out bodies
Coliseums once made out of fire and ice
Now left as dirty monuments to dust
There really is no escape even in hazy match strikes of a multiverse
I decided to keep chasing skirts
It made me smile and moved me on
And here I am
Smiling in oracle without faith
It has cost me so much to stray alive
Great moments tread across grand movements
Drenched intoxication
Real pride dryly shouted down a neighbour’s heart
Never mind
Mist makes crashing sounds in a wavelike ocean environment
I did once come close
Quail eggs a distant hope
Ghost shapes approach fading faces it just isn’t fate
Jutting jawlines
And I am basically a man
Sonar strides in spacetime
Openness draws out the mountain line
Young horizons
They haunted me out
And as the dust rose bloomed
Frequencies changed
Strong fair light blinded wide wirey arms out of earshot
But never mind
I think I just remembered why.

N.

I loved but had no money
I literally couldn’t afford you
With a serious confusion
A convolution in the past of rising
Raised with an edge
Razed with belief
Cut deep
Single seam breaker
Far fetching lyrical genius
A master plan
Wigwams in the grass
Where are the yellow mountains
We will never know
I loved and I have no money
The lord looks unkindly on me
I am for sure
Forgiven but forgotten
Uncare that loses me
I now know you, Nesia
Understand
My pretty incorrect grammar
Skipping in reams of willow
Don’t cast sorrow
Return home
I think love is not enough, no.

No Accident

My scart lead
Im telling you
Always gather courage
Father flying through
The sometime plunge
Nightlife crickets
And when you’re melting down the cutlery
Thinking about your lack of income
The young couples gather brambles
Fathomed travels for safety’s sake
Pocketknife critics
Real life
I wonder about things
Kicking up the dust
Fuss is a must
Most clear in the face of jagged plateaux
On elsewhere once amounts
For my family love, care, lack of money
Since we decided on the orient
The mishap coincidence
Shudder and share out
Spread out and shell shock
Lakeside pitches
My scart lead
Im telling you
Kid of the occident
Still childish
No accident.