Nooj

Between my shadow and my soul

When you



Hear that song and it
portkeys* you back to
The day an orchestra crescendoed
though your ventricles
Delicate chords pulled and plummeted,
gutted and teased
Opiate nostalgia now dances through veins
A symphony of ecstasy in the pride of distance
travelled from masochistic agony and,
Yet tickling the enticing risk of tumbling
enraptured once again

*Harry potter refs return thanks to inspiration from http://theartistandthewriter.blogspot.com

Tongue splatter




Bubbles are a constant obsession here,
from trying to blow the fuzz from my tiny wrinkled
palm in the bath
to the stamping of perfectly rounded spheres
on an airport floor
Always a staggered and crashing flight these ephemereal globes
of airy non substantial beauty and fascination
All those dreams pierced by blades of grass
in fields where the sky preys hauntingly and the soil
swallows whole, where do I put the precious bad ideas lurking
claustrophobic in cobwebby neurons, heroic in their attempt to splatter
on my tongue?
Some questions are better left dead