...his
hand poised
fingers extended
not quite
reaching out...

...as it was she said nothing
as those eyes lingered a little too long
as those fingers reached but never touched
as she turned and walked
never
looking
back...

Perception

I walk the streets

Head down

Seeing gutters

Old fag ends

And anonymous paper bits

Suburban detritus

And wonder

Who

Where

Why and

What

This is an inspiration?

Sort of

Or a fantasy observation

I see smeared dog shit

And blood stains

Graffiti

Tags

Bags

Rags

And

Bones

And

People

Some above that level

Some below

I see

A grimy underbelly

Of this rancid city

I see

Pain manifest

On pedestrian visages

I see

Hope vanish as the sun rises

I see life as it is

Rose petals washed from my face

With tears of pity

For them
For me having to see them

For me.

Happiness

Plummeting towards hard ground
Smiling mouth without sound
Solace sought; solace found

Fight

Fighter
You
All confident strength
Actions and resolute words
Deeds done, damage avoided
Vigour life-grasp fighter – you

I...

I was fought.

Experience Experiments

I am that marker pen
Dizzy scent quickly spent
I am that aerosol
Capped blast that didn’t last
I am that industrial glue
Bagged and tagged
On youths spotted face
I am that cigarette
I am that ale
That shot
That grape
I am that dubious weed
Giggling high and far
I am that powder white
Fast and bright
I am that powder brown
I am that crystal grown
I am needle and rope and spoon
And pipe and bag and knife
I am freedom trapping you

Travelling Time

Body diced
Boned
And left
In acid bath

~

A night’s work
Well done
~

Message sent -
Of delivered message

~

That hand…
That face peeled…
~
And transaction
Completed -
~
Time to travel…