Busy bodies

Like little bees, always doing. The busy lives and the bodies keep moving. When self-reflect is too a dangerous a pool to peer in. The busy bodies never see their own reflection. People who for some reason find it impossible to think about themselves, and so really be themselves, try to make up for not…

Angel Breath

Snow flurry Angel breath Falls, calmly Causes death Storm looms Chaos Life resumes No loss.

Sky bruise

Purple skies, Heavy eyes. Soft bruising, Of nature and mind.


Swim sees talking heads on the colour TV. La la la, they can’t see me. Swim knows they talk in ego-tongues, while their ignorance blissfully burns. We won’t care, Swim says inside Swim’s head. Our words are dust before we’re dead. Perfect neighbours give Swim dirty looks. Nasty vibrations from the roots. Save me, Swim…

My moon, my man

The moon brought clarity, so much clarity With the strength of a bull it smashed The fragility of harsh truths out into the open No closing this back up, lunar love The road is clear now but full of struggles Twisted and gnarled the overgrowth of my ignorance  Bad choices have grown into something worse…

Baby Stars

Baby stars curled up Embryonic Die young spit out gamma rays Form the Black Hole


Take me back. Things cannot be fixed. My world is black.

Logos Spermatikos

Bringer of life Seeder of Earth Suddenly rife Spores everywhere. Turn the dark side Destroyer of worlds Wiping them out Burning the child.

If Heaven Was A Bed…

Then I’m in heaven every night.   Feather nest and blankets of wool, Snug little nooks and dreams for a fool.  

The Metamorphosis Of Humanity

Hand of gold On the head Whispers sold For the dead Wings uncurl Star seeds glow Inside swirls Life unknown.