An oncoming train

It’s okay.  I must admit, Openly and honestly, I like your shit. There are times when I find myself putting down the pen to chase your lines.   At times I drift in and out of them, between and above them; Absorbed and annoyed. Annoyed? For my restless eyes and  my throbbing, migraine-riddled head start…

Doorstep

In Winter’s frost Cold bodies share, A sumptuous meal, A delicious faire. A delicious faire? Like a feasting lion, Teeth gnashing flesh, Of a kill still dying. She wants his lead, To be enslaved, In the freezing cold Of night’s draped shade. He needs her so, Shadows to her door, They touch — a brush,…

19,000 kilometres

My idea of you starts deep within. Where music plays and whispers sing. Where colours are born in bloody flow, Like dreamtime tales of birds, of crow. Not temple, shrine, nor sculpted stone, Nor trinket designed in your unknown. Your sequestered mess, unimagined worth. Where ideas flow in abundance, birth. And as I change and…

Apart

When you’re gone, why can I feel, Your presence close, your smell so real? The changing guard, it rips my heart Tears aorta, valves, whole worlds apart. A missing piece, the touch we share, The joyful laugh, your character bare. When you’re gone it takes so much, To not get lost, not fall apart. I…

One

When we find us we’ll experience it whole. ’til then we’ll wander the halls of our soul. MT

The trigger

The gun holds no trigger Compared to the mind, When a heart’s all but lost, Only hate’s left to find. Lone wolf? Extreme terror? Matters not, labelled name, Past struggles untraced, Just one person to blame? The broken bleeds from, The media, peer, parent Socio-culturally drenched, In ideas so abhorrent. When society fails the sick,…

On an air-laden ocean

A cobble-stoned alley, Many they pass each day, A simple thoroughfare Now teaming with life. Bottles of dead water, Consumer waste, eclectic form, Dancing on a gentle breeze Floating the ultraviolet sea Those that pass each day, Now memorized by splendour Of waste-producing art Transfixed in the motion. On an air-laden ocean. MT My favourite…

Rain

Cold Your body pressed Driving Your limits pushed Raw power Your heart races Lashing Again and again Soaking Your skin drenched Dripping wet Your flower quenches Flooding Your canal overflowing Belting down Your senses waken Pulsating In ecstasy, endured Screaming Your breath escapes Howling Your more beckons Warmth inside Fueled by friction Perfect fucking weather….