…Flights of Fantasy (IX) Your loss…

first light

From the ground I’m all ears
Or so it appearstread softly
Legs stand ready in defence
Surrender what is found

The sound surrounds
What might contend at rest
tends to fend as best it can
Contended, it too must end

Ears and soil, and Earth
Birthing anew through sinew & sound
Quick to root, quick to ground
Until it is out like a light

In absence

Guard your marks
Gild your transgression
Release your relative ease
Keep your possessions

Sample your prerogative
Speak all of your mind
Pad out your prognosis
Its your patent I wont find

Nowhere gets lonely  — And so we must police it
You’re not one when I’m only — That as tandem, we must piece it

I’m at a loss, and so I release it


…The Middle Ground (V) Hardly the time…

20150428_141627Interesting creatures
Adorable features
Unsure of their roar
As they howl ‘neath the bleachers

Speaking of seating
wherever their reach is
Keen when in breech of the peace
Just so long as it pleases    20150428_141642

What color should the third verse be
…Are you kidding?
I didn’t write a third verse.
There wasn’t time.

…Flights of Fantasy (III) Charm-bracelet…


She bought the wrong toothpaste.
I picked up the wrong lightbulb.
She gets upset when I don’t reply quickly.
I ignore the toothpaste.

We work better with screw caps anyway.


This is where we came in.
Not the royals.
Or the unwashed poor.
You’ll find your complimentary mug in the bag under your desk.

It’s where you’ll be sleeping for the foreseeable.

Seriously… SCREW CAPS!

This inflection means that I am loud.
Not angry.
Not excitable.
Screw it.

You knew that anyway.

but welcome to the conversation…


…The one you can’t beat (II) “Cloak” & “Dagger”…

For the moment, the beat goes on–

Daisy Chains & Strawberry Fields

[*c-] …Sexual tension?
When all the bits and pieces fall away, it boils down to respect, doesn’t it?
Who wants it. Who’s not getting any. What’s the quickest, easiest way to get as much of it in as short a time-frame as possible without the need to feel embarrassment or shame.

When I feel a chill in my bones, and the cigarette is lit, you might look cold– There’s me, a pace or two in front of you with the wind at my back.

I didn’t say you were hot. I certainly didn’t say you ‘looked’ cold. There are times, it seems, when it’s not what you said, but how you said it. And nobody said anything about the ‘verbal’.

It’s interesting to experience sexual tension in 2015, as opposed to pre- 2nd millennium gender politics. Technologically speaking, the ways in which we refine our intimacies, and their substitutes, we’ve…

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…If, I (II) Were Sir… / …In Citation (V) The world turns…


A stanza practised
At turning the axis
Feline happy; purring dispraxis

‘And the cat’s in the cradle, and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon’ – Harry Chapin


Spiralling entries
Labelled empties
Systematic, emphatically landed gentry
Sound the alarum!; Alert the sentries
What’s the harem; supplementary

‘And the message coming from my eyes says leave it alone’Jack White


Shot summarily ‘cross the bow
Don thyne armour; dawn’s first light
Worthy of what they allow
Little boxes; out of sight.

‘And they’re all made out of ticky tacky, and they all look just the same.’ – Malvina Reynolds


Turning-tables; Topped with fables
If by knight; Communal disparity.

Dazed; Captured; Grazed; Pastured.
Crouched; Arching; Ides Marching…

Burning Bright; Aloft; Ignite.
Liger, tiger; Raging clarity.

‘Tyger Tyger burning bright, In the forests of the night.’ – William Blake


Corralled, We’ll caper; Morale as sabre
Keen; Unseen; To escapade Duh!

“I aim to misbehave.”Malcolm “Mal” Reynolds

Don’t forget to breath…

…Missunderstood (V) Miss. Alice…

I hope this letter finds you well.
To you, dearest Alice, I’ve something to tell.

The short and the tall of it is this: –
I’ve had a change of address… (*chortle*)

You write me when you find the time, save for inspiration.
Not near as oft as I would likeforgive my inclination.
I’m on the road with friends in tow, chasing adulation.
And I appear to have run out of rhymes… How maddening.

But I remember simpler times.
Miles and miles, crippling climbs.
Mushroom clouds, and poppy fields.
Broken swords, and smoking shields.

Twiddle dumb, Twiddle de de
Twiddling my fingers
But the body of your works
‘Oh my fur, and whiskers’

Returned to a Wonderland
of digital expression
Notes passed in class
Strung along in succession

Words on invisible hooks, hanging in the air.
Before a court of more than hearts, and tyrants on big chairs.

Alas, I digress… (*chortle*)

When my words are suitably dressed to impress you
With this address I’d like to undress you
Of residual fear that- residing, abiding,
Binding like the timepiece you’re habitually winding

I’m tangled in seaweed; a ship moored, pining for your shore.
I cherish my white rabbit, but we’re not in Kansas anymore.

But still, I do hope we find the time to collaborate in future.
Where sutured love in asylum resides.
Do write me in future, I’ll likely never get my fill.
But we’ll have tea when next our two worlds collide.

Or mayhaps coffee. Oh my…is that the time?

“I’m late! I’m late! For a very important date! – No time to say hello, goodbye! I’m late! I’m late! I’m late!”The White Rabbit

As ever, yours & Mad as a Hatter,