Edie

I

That idol, with black eyes and pixie-cut, with
aristocrats nobler than artists, holier than New York City
hipsters; his selfishness running through her veins, 
purple and blue like blood, or tarnished by amphetamines
in waves of ferocious sadness and yearning.

At the border of her life- young hope twinkles, fades
and dulls out- the girl with chandelier earrings, deer
legs, dancing in silver reflections of tears gushing
from the aftermath of shattered dreams dressed up
as vivid illusions.

Ladies who stroll outside of society, girls
plucked from art school, with trust funds, superb luxury
wardrobes, jewels on show but riches hidden in the
ground of trusting valleys in burnt gardens- young and
broken with eyes full of flashing lights, sullen, princess
of costume and keeping hidden. Gently ignored and
choked, unhappy.

What boredom, without your "genius." 

It is she, the little girl, dead before innocence-
The young artist, alive, does not stoop- his life
creeks but for a second. His inspiration empty 
and studio up for sale. Her shutters pulled down
and the key to superstardom in the lock forever
because the soul is empty. 

The city's silver fountains drowned and cried for her
fabulous elegance.


II

I am the life who mourns like blue summertime.

I am the academic who waves manuscripts on
elusive "culture" and "style."

I am the pedestrian who looks up to the sky then turns
to the ground. Smoggy greyness and dead black
concrete pleads me to keep searching.

I might well be the same child; lost and unhappy 
and hungry. Dreaming of touching stars but miles
from Heaven.

I am the artist. Manipulative creator and selfishness
embedded into the sinews of my heart.

The lamp shines brightly on these happy photographs. I 
keep falling for these stupid books. Edie, oh, Edie. 
You have gone and the world is ending!

The Trees

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Dawn breaks with ethereal light streaming

Through rigid trees and palest cloud

The naked lake, is tranquil, gleaming

Leaves assemble, rustling crowd.

An illumination is the Sun

Trees hum their soul song of the morn

One fleeting moment is the one

With fluttering leaves on crumbling fawn.

When delicate birds sing their song too

The trees rest for a while

To listen to the young ones’ tune

Weaved from freedom and from guile

The trees know though they are ancient,

That youth is the idyllic state

So they hear the tiny birds in patience

Whilst the trees cast the laws of fate

The birds will sigh and end their lives

All eventually

The leaves pass with fluttering cries

No one hears them but the trees.

Moonlight, My Old Friend

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I saw you with tangled locks, who looks wide-eyed

Rheumy, back through the glass at nightfall, move

Your devil eyes towards the day

Which rejoices with its approach, shrink away!

The voices spit together, and the stabbing

Feelings listen; all senses turned

Inwards to the bleak emptiness; come forth

The gothic butterflies of my soul!

Come over the sea, and let my heart

Meet your mind, and kiss it softly,

Quickly, until the evening breathes

Its rough, sharp breath down my icy neck

O be closer! Night ends in death; leaves

Its ghostly silhouettes haunting the day

The thorny crown of death tearing my mind,

Screaming like an infinite ghoul

Moonlight, plastered in my mind and

Stamped onto my heart, wherever

The darkness lurks it follows never ending

The starry cycle, choking, haunting. 

(as published in cherry)

Sea

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As soon as the ship had left the harbour,

A bird stopped in the sky and blurring clouds

And said a prayer to the sea

Applauded by sunlight; flashing, blinding.

Couples drank in the small bars

In the colossal house, still soaking,

Girls gazing dreamily

At the far and wide sea.

Oh! the glimmering fish that swam so deep

And hid underneath rocks that did not move.

Cabin beds were unmade

And the sea howled its song,

Low pitched as a moan.

A door banged closed; in lower cabins

The girl waved her arms,

Understood by the sea,

And nature on land everywhere,

No chains, no bounds; everywhere, freedom.

Blood flowed in the water,

A salted abattoir, in the sea

Where windows gazed deep and dark

Blood and life merged. Currents flowed.

Mrs Smythe played jazz piano in the bar,

Whispered flirtations spread

Like the ship moving across the sea.

Romances set out. Palaces were built

In the chaos of storms of the oceanic night.

Every star wrapped up

Across the ocean wide

Shielding themselves from the bright

And the young--- glittering trance

Of burgeoning beautiful love stories.

Every morning after—it’s winter, they spoke---

Foam rolling along the decks

Lightning like cymbals, drumming thunder

Rise and fall, rise and fall

Oh! precious creatures of nautical nights!

Yet secrets hum through warmed hands

Sharing enlightenment they will know forever

But which eludes us now. 

Beyond

I am a person & I get jealous as fuck;
Everyday, every night, trying my luck.
Let's change, let's drive, drive, drive.
Sit wiv me & wait for our dreams to arrive.
Let's live our lives, let's feel alive.

Onwards, onwards to where Reality meets Dreams.
Perhaps, perhaps then we'll know what it means
Or maybe I'll stay in these walls, so sad.
Every minute, every hour not lucid but mad.
But do not wait, my feelings turn bad.

A final verse, final dream, final thought, final breath
Who cares? We're inching closer to death.
But alas, alack! I must not go.
For every low there's a high & every high there's a low
And I'm still here; this I want u to know

Make Believe

Lies flower and blossom in the sphere of my soul,

Embellishing the wilting truth,

That I too, like the girl in black,

I too, am a Hermit.

But that is not I! 

It is I who never slept 

But walked on under the starry skies

Until midnight and beyond 

Following a Great Possibility

And kissed your face

Your beautiful face

Loves me not

It is I who, with Pinkie, carved others in Brighton with a razor

Not myself in an en suite bathroom.

It is I who lived as if I'd die that very day

Not merely dreamt as if I'd live forever.

I followed danger

And wrote incessantly 

Please, please, please, please

Let's pretend.