Referring to the Ending (The Day We Left)

Breathless breakfast; Brexit breaks it.

We'd almost roll off the tongue

if not for the ex in the middle,

just as I rolled in tangled sheets

sweating over just how much the nation

hates immigration.

The pendulum swings

right to left

and back, drawing your curves

in vicious inertia and either way

we're in the red.

A pan-European project to address—

to counter-progress—

technocratic anemia: ecological

catastrophes and economic imbalances

spotlighted by iPhone notifications

of myopic irritations,

beside your

Italian leather

Scandinavian bed

made by migrants to mimic

a heavenly cloud where

only you may lay your head.

Night Light

Shocking synapse barrage

weans a wary glance out the soul's windows

apple of the beholder's eye;

heart palpitations, away it goes.

Scalding black drink

innervate the weary soma

stimulate neither skull nor organs

Blind to dreams and desire, mental glaucoma.

Sweet synesthesia needle,

holy skin, mind wholly in trance

gnaw on God's flesh

and falter in his dance.

Rising lumen reflexes

further subdue subterranean sorrow.

Sensory blaze, pneuma to ash

vagrant drift to vapid tomorrow.

A Weapon Often Overlooked

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Universal System Attack

Fights are fought

until rights are bought

and then voices are lost

at free choice's cost;

so all facts are distorted

by who has reported

and who they've supported.

The Estranged Daughter

Less of a bridge over troubled water

but rotten crumbling boards and fraying ropes 

Mother Earth is estranged from her daughter

and the Father had abandoned all hopes.

So the child is left in the hands of thieves

blind to ill intentions of company kept,

for those with duty of care takes and leaves

the Father saw this and from afar wept

But he did not step in to intervene 

instead letting his child make her mistakes;

such was his effort to remain unseen

that he even missed visitation dates.

Daddy please return, and mend the bridge

I want to believe that you do still care

Daddy; a girl's on her knees making a wish

I need to believe that you could be there.

Sunset and Secrets

A splintered sunset in salmon skies

stuck in my paws which are rubbing my eyes.

Obfuscating bark parts to reveal

the dark of the woods til the next dawn will rise.

For now, owls perch on branches of teal,

sharing the secrets that night will conceal.

The morning fire kindles the smouldering shade

whilst phantom embers attempt to appeal.

And so in the day, more secrets are made

by that one star who refuses to fade,

yet the day also swears that he will not tell

as the trees protect light with their palisade.

And so time went in a coherent spell,

until the secrets spilt and the first tree fell.

Worms

Words will wagger,

I'll wager,

like weary worms in earth.

I've heard your counter-

arguments

but cannot see their worth.

They are embroiled

in dirt

and hide within their hole.

Yet if we unearthed

enough worms

I'm sure it would take its toll.

Ticking Away

This starts

as something

something so slight

                                                                     until caught by                                                            time

and is caught by the night

until it departs

without warning

and it is

over.

A Change of Light

Has there been a change in light

or have I just noticed your flaws?

The rays that break through the blinds

expose the state of your paws.

Yet under the guidance of the lamp

you needn't have a bath;

squeaky clean with a saccharine smile

and I can't help but laugh.

Caution

The boards, once tightly bound and bolted

are broken and creak under my weight;

I don't avoid their rotting route

but leave my fall in the hands of fate.

The soles of my shoes are faded

and present a hazardous chance to slip;

I don't choose appropriate footwear

but I do a dance to avoid the dip.

Seven Years

More dishes pile—

more to-do lists undone.

Shout away shade

and scrape out the muck.

Never forget to smile

and try to have fun 

before the mirrors, their shards

and with it all the years of bad luck.

Loss

Synthetic and coarse,

a wild untamed horse.

An indigo glow

with nowhere to go;

slow narrow lanes—

Meetings and migraines.

Pay at the pump

Clinton or trump—

the new fire or ice;

a roll of the dice

and the score is low...

An Indigo glow

—a wild untamed course—

the world shows no remorse