looking up
paint drips from the brush
onto my lips, the cool tones soothe
amending mood, i swallow dust
and pry my eyes still
caked with rust..
of sleep yet on my tongue
lips now numb from
colour lust,
looking up, who do i trust?
the one with his hand on the brush?
under mustard sky
we cover
lungs
to guard the heart from
harsh fire
winds
while fear blows warm
on desert grass
praying that the
rage won’t
last,
sparing souls
restless and trapped.
*praying for the safety and of all impacted by the wildfires currently flanking my home city.
conjuring pink magic
with friends in an abandoned attic
contact the past to forgive
what can’t be changed
to suit the
present,
fingers perched on board in tandem
shouldn’t play but we’re
bewitched
by the promise, by the quest,
four moved to seek
by unrest.
tonight’s moonlight drips
like eye drops
from sky
gods
glazing thick and
milky
rolling highlight reels
of memories
that no longer
comfort
me
though i watch with humility
to what runs
like..
someone else’s
story
“go tame” they order
with finger on
the taser
gritting teeth like nothing
will satisfy
like a flesh wound bite
to their threat
to peace
and freedom space
of a beast with
a taste for
the wild.
the colours of my fantasy
bleed through the movie screens
then run blue and bruised down my cheeks
like the storm that wouldn’t ease
to let me catch my breath
i’m sick from chasing sleep
through maze’s hall of ghosts
i say hello then turn my back
to walls, then i turn back
in time to watch the colours splash
fantasy, relief from what reality says
helps me see something
other than
what
is.
trippin’ on lofi sea vibes
ear down in high tide
fresh and salt and weed and fish
swim in and nest in ocean’s kiss
lips spared the scorch
of sun’s blue torch
in tropic swell, the seabirds swirl
while i drown so chill
so well i soothe my little girl
splashing heels in rolling surf
can’t help but smile the clouds
from this day
that shall not fade
for aches and
greys
break down, on a side road
every lane’s closed
my head rests in my hands
dreaming at the wheel
i forget what brought me here
feet pressed through the floor
to feel sand on my toes
grounded but still high
where am i in between
vast cosmos and the sea?
wash me back to shore
can’t see the road no more
so i breathe, like it’s my first
so damn alive it hurts
but they’re just words
woke to silver
light on
walls
in a bout of
restless
legs,
shapes rise and fade
as cars escape
from their own
sleepless
fates.
the brush of
clouds
above this
house,
a ring of birds, fresh
from the
south,
an oak that full well
knows its
age
in sun that hides
but never
fades.
hands in the garden 
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