In the Beginning...

his eyes lingered...
she took a sharp breath.

We Pull The Water

And so we pull the water with our hands, 

not touching it moves. Flowing, circling, 

falling. We throw the water up, and then 

down. It sinks through us into our skin. 

That upward motion, I feel it now. 

It propels forward, I lurch with it. 

I don’t want to stop, I want to run. 

Let the dust never settle. 

Tea cups and shopping trollies, 

bedsheets and cushions. That pristine 

image of the suburban, the quietly 

perfect, and amazingly flawed. 

Unconnected and inconceivable, 

if you wait for the stars they’ll only 

burn you, or sit behind your eyes. 

We make our own perfection. 

If you’re thinking somethings cliche 

then it probably is. Kissing in the rain 

is funny, we laughed and ran and got 

soaked. But we do remember that kiss. 

The Last Vampire

The Last Vampire walked out into the sun,
burning and screaming, still the only one.
He was soaked in blood, unafraid of killing,
people watched as he died, the site was chilling.

The Last Vampire on earth fell down on a stake,
convulsing and yelling, he felt himself break.
White skin and red eyes, as is tradition,
with a heroin smile, that reeked of addiction.

The Last Vampire to live eat garlic for dinner,
his insides twisting he began to grow thinner.
Black cape twirling, and with a mortal scream,
he stumbled and died, was it all just a dream?

And So The Moon Howled Back

Dreamy eyed darlings
who daze, and delight.
Chin up sweetie, this
won't hurt a bit. Expect
when it's all lit. Propane kiss,
yet something's left amiss.
Black and blue he punches
you. My dark haired honey,
you're ordinarily beautiful.
I just want to grab you, hard.
Floating, bodies in flight.
The curve of your spine
as you arch yourself upward.
Looking to see the starlings
brush against a magenta sky.
The clouds rain glitter, and
we all laugh at the colour.
Laten content and stuttering
streams of consciousness.
Silently, we stumble, sit,
stand, saunter, salute... sign.
This is way the feather drops;
not on the wind but in the
breeze. A paper kiss.
Keys in a balled up hand,
the hope of new land.
Why does it happen like this?
Not with a bang but with a kiss.
Dewy eyed darlings
who destroy, and devastate.

The Boy With Snow In His Hair

I look down from the clouds and see a

boy with snow in his hair. And I wonder,

who put him there? But I watch flacks 

descend, and ponder, the meaning of it 

all, can I go on longer? The snow cascades,

and the snow falls, while I stumble, and 

crash into walls. The Black of his hair, 

and the Blue of his eyes, make me think, that

it's all just lies. Stripped back, while I'm

standing aside, he's still there, but my hands 

are tied. The snow's melting, and the snow's 

drifting, but this boy's endless, and he's inwardly

lifting. Snow always crunches, and snow is 

soft. But it's only him, that keeps me 

aloft. I want to shout, and I want to 

whisper, but none of that, will make the snow

crisper. He's in my eyes, he's in my soul, 

he's all that's left to make me whole. 

An Uplifting Fall

Everything resting on a needle point, 

until it all takes a plunge. 

Quick press reverse. 

Undo the affair, get back friends, 

un-alienate family, drop into uni. 

Throw myself onto a bridge, 

let the air suck away the water. 

Let the wind whip my hair the other way. 

Scars ripple through my life, 

like splintered glass. And I, 

the boot that stomps down. 

Blonde and Brunette

Blonde and Brunette, I don't know which is best?

I mean I'd fuck either, but which one first? 

Those two, those everything's, it's such a test. 

It's all kept inside me, am I going to burst. 

But there is no choice, what could I do really? 

I could attempt to dive, sink down, but how?  

I mean I could do everything so clearly, 

or try and act, and let it all fall down now. 

Fire and ice, but everything's turned nice. 

Oh behave, idiot, that's not you at all, 

it's no sure thing, it's all a roll of the dice. 

What's this anyway? Nothing really, just a stall. 

Je suis en amour avec deux à la fois? Oui. 

But what is there I can do? Nothing, but plea.