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escape goat
Remember the precious seconds
There is no one
To tie you down
You are only an animal under these trees,
Listening to the cicadas clicking
The two faces you wear
Are an archetypal artifact
You’re the person you hate
Two horns and a dolphin tail
Swimming through shadows
There is no one
Except one
You’re the person you love
Everyone can relax now
Excuses, excuses
Won’t take away bruises
But you fulfil your role
As the bearer of curses
Come, say the spaces
Come to the wild places
Watch the mirror of the moon
Praised in every phase
Oh, Narcissus’ soul-mate
The person you love to hate
Come outside, within
Is a foreign forest of familar feasting
Make me an instrument
Of placid temperament
And elastic sentiment
And ecstatic armament
Remember this precious second
The sheep and the goats are the gate
There is no one to punish
Everyone is an escape
We are animal, vegetable, mineral
Listening, still
In side
A million soundbites hover
Between you and the sound of the night breeze
Licking the foreign trees outside
Between your eyes and the stars
This flickering, decaying phantom
Interplay of your mathematical curiosity +
Your linguistic addiction
Enough
Was a classical fallacy
The whole system is multiplicity
Our interior worlds,
The inner temple behind our eyes
The garden of our globe,
Our outer sanctuaries beyond our bodies
Let go of this
Meet me in a raindrop
Let the sun unwrite us
a new Decalogue
in dance.
Autumnal Infinity
Edging the night
Obsidian silence
Hot with hush
Solitude and I are long-time lovers
Forget that fact
Savour this sweet second
Autumn ignoring infinity
The hoarse whisper of sea throwing itself at sand
Air chewing the hollow flute
Of my trunk, a blackened slash
A mountain of ash,
Still burning
Remembering snow
From five winters ago.
Inner Flight
I saw a satinbird
Wait for a crested pigeon to drink
Perched together on the edge of the dog’s water bowl
Waiting, like my soul
To submerge herself into someone else’s sea
All the crimes of politeness
Scream from inside my cells
Maybe it was easier
Before consciousness decided
What was lawful to give,
And when taking would create a contract
Before we needed to negotiate
Every word,
Every form of contact
I sat at the river
Waiting, like the silver gulls,
For that unscheduled instant
When we would all depart
For the next patch,
The next occurrence
Maybe love only exists
In a multitude of opinions of what it is
Maybe it’s all that exists
Maybe it was easier before ideas
Before ‘easy’ became more than
Movement towards fulfilment
Persephone
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Cinderella
Slowdance yourself at sunset
In the incense smoke
To the sound of the solar inverter
You found your shoe at last
It was in the back of the cupboard
The pumpkin is in your belly
Sweet as apricot with the chicken
Someone else caught
And killed for you
You were never at home in a palace
What did the prince want from you, anyway?
It was your voice
It was the way you danced
Knowing you only had until midnight
When everything would vanish
It was the energy
That last-day-alive intensity
Slowdance yourself
Stratocumulus forms in the north-west
And the storm sweeps away your unrest.
Social Animal
Empathy is an interesting drug
I could have overdosed on anxiety without you
I’m not angry
Just
Acute with old cuttings
Hardwired for sin and soft tips
Our manifest pain-pleasure:
Empathy is an entertaining tug
In your abdomen when you can feel
It’s only a sly explosion of sensation
Released from the need
To shrug off your instincts
To sequester your inner ape
I’m not angry
Just alive
Just a junkie when it comes to
This thing we all do;
See another’s point of view
Empathy could be our God
Understanding we’re all apart together
Undead and ever-evolving
I’m a lioness hearing a car horn
I’m a swamp wallaby smashing through ferns
A fox fleeing a farm hillside
A lyrebird you will never find
Calling, calling, from a cave you can’t reach
Because its Autumn and it’s my duty
To remind you of this strange solution to your unease:
Empathy
Is a forgiving trip
But how sweet it is to feel
You’re not all one.
Fallow
Caught in Kether
Hoof high
Roadside
Run or hide
Heatwave
Hot spring
High time
No love, no lime
All alone in your devices
The snare of rhythm
Wild with weeds
Windblown seeds
I’ll elude you
Alluding to
Love language
A silent tongue
Cryptic tryptych
From over the sea
They brought me
For a hunting party
Now I’m free
They brought me
From over the sea
For their tea party
But now I’m free
The western wasteland
All planned
Metallic discourse
Stolen sand
Land swallowed by sea
Ocean engulfed in fiery fury
Void yawning mourning
Magic hidden in a tree
Change takes time
Dream a while and rest with me.
Magickat
your tongue is a cat catching
itself in a mirror
scratching
in inner intervals
a tiny tiger
praying for prey
in place of peace
pacing
playing at placing
a piece piercing
pleasure please
your heart’s here hearing
hearth and hurt hurtling on
on onyx wings
swing westwards
wings
swinging and singing
of swans swimming
your heart is a tiger cat
your car is a hurtling death trap
your house is a hire
a high mire on fire
your chords are cords
you cut your curt curdling
meow yowling
of how howling horses
want out
out
out
all our outs
sharp shards of your claws
shredding icey floes
back in your forwardness
leaping for every shadow box
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