Sunshine Under Lock

The morning mist

makes way for afternoon bliss

that the month must miss.

But the early bloom

and her serotinious moon

cannot come too soon.

The Breadth that Breathes Between Strangers

There is a breadth that breathes

between strangers,

it is what predicates them.

Born in the bloom of hostility

in a dewy-eyed spring,

it bears no rational prejudice.

Yet we send our souls to slaughter

of stuffy summer petulance;

even a breadth can be confining.

Floating Above Water

You approached like a red balloon
against the cerulean sky,
carving your certain way through the clouds
to catch my  sun-spotted eye.

I tried to avoid your burning gaze
hearing of the damage that could be done
but nervous glances downwards met
the placid reflection of the sun.

My tense disposition knew one way
to maintain an amiable shade,
so I smiled into the ripples
of all the paths that I have made.

Then I stretched up on to my toes
reaching your form with a pin,
and hearing the pop I closed my eyes
to immerse myself within.

Above the Motorway

I see vehicles parked on bridges over motorways.

I wonder if it's an unmarked police car

measuring the velocity of careless crimes

or a lost soul contemplating their final act.

I'm sickened at which my instincts would prefer.

Surrounded

The dissonant swarms

are surrounding again

inside my head.

Inside my head,

swarming my thoughts,

they surround me again.

Where can I escape

when they are in me?

I can't escape

this part of me.

Each snapping jaw drones

and my neck snaps to look.

I'm lost again

back in my self dug rut.