#142 (a soothing trickle)

black and white

on every channel

the calming snowflakes

of his early childhood

no broadcast

nowhere

♦◊

everywhere he looks

deleted tweets

and blank pages

an empty space

no chatter

nobody

◊♦

quiet

reverberating

through his relieved ears

no sounds

nothing

♦♦

pulling the plug

every other day

a cure for overwhelmed nerves

turning the flood of images

into a soothing trickle

everything

6th May 2017

 

#141 (a delicate shield)

grey clouds

weighing him down

someone stole some sleep


his dreams were found

drained on the bottom

of a landfill


his eyes open and close

in the rhythm of the typewriter

his grandmother left him

as a parting gift


escaping the feeds of misery

tucked into his shirt

a sprig of lilac blossoms


a delicate shield against the world

spring sun poured into petals

his thoughts in colour

once again


4th May2017

#140 (smiling traffic lights)

the crooked smile

of a stranger

two seats away

the smell of many

sweat and garlic breath

everything fades

when the flickering begins

I’m one seat between hundreds

and then I’m only one

my feet kissing wet pavement

all the laughter left

between red velvet

and  empty bowls

the sound of my footsteps

creating my own score

I could swear

the traffic lights

were smiling at me

4th May 2017

 

 

#138 (whetting the edge)

between black dots

and jagged beaks

he’d been stashing away

some memories

for a rainy day

♦◊

the pendulum

relentlessy cutting away

each moment

before midnight

♦◊♦

some said

the night was still young

while  actually

darkness kept erasing

all signs of aging

♦♦♦

 dreams

carelessly poured out

as intimacy got lost

in the perpetual dissolution

of boundaries

he was whetting the edge

of tomorrow’s dawn

◊◊

1st May 2017