Usually, inside her head
there is a wealth of language.
Words that tumble
unchecked and uninhibited
onto the page with the eagerness
and naivety of a wayward child.
Most in praise,
some with regret and sadness
but always there is sincerity.
Today she has no words
she wishes to share.
None that make her tremble
with enthusiasm or pride.
Today her thoughts are dark,
tormented things.
Her words remain locked
like a genie in a bottle
by a silence that screws down the lid
on that effulgence that once illuminated
her mind, her life-
It scares her.
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Out of the mists of time, it came
through a crack in the earth’s crust.
onto the dark city railroad track
a slick damp body the colour of rust.
~~~
Silently it slithered and quickened
it’s pace, it needed to hide from view,
no need to alarm the human race
until it knew that it’s time was due.
~~~
An old stone barn would serve
as a nest, it was dry, and free of draughts.
There it would gather it’s strength and rest
feeding on creatures that crossed it’s path.
~~~
The thing it was, was as old as time
and worse, it had slithered from a meteor
that crashed into a prehistoric earth
then burrowed deep, until it reached the core.
~~~
In suspended animation
the thing slept, for fifty million years
throughout human evolution kept
Out of sight and sound of eyes and ears.
~~~
Now, it sensed that the time was right
To finish, what it had been sent to do.
It had to wait, for it’s strength had diminished
it must feed, it had energy to accrue.
~~~
Things started to shuffle around
in the night, a fox, a cat, a rat.
The thing knew they couldn’t put up a fight
just as well, for it would need more than that.
~~~
Several nights passed, with the same
gory events, the rust coloured thing gravid,
the hour of it’s deed was approaching it sensed,
It’s evil issue spewed forth almost rabid.
~~~
The thing it had been, multiplied
a thousand fold, dispersing in separate ways.
determined to wipe out all of life, in cold
hideous inhuman displays.
~~~
The things they were, were terrible
indeed, they were born to destroy mankind.
They travelled with incredible speed
in their wake, death was all they left behind
~~~
When it was over the earth was
laid waste, the oceans turned to slime
The earth had turned to a rust coloured paste
Man had reached the end of his time.
~~~
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2004
In your eyes I see
a thing that is evil.
A cold worm of fear
curls in my belly.
Repulsion…
You know I have sensed
your perversion.
It amuses you, empowers you.
Disgust…
You tease, with words
that paint vile pictures,
Yet, what are words
spoken un-witnessed
but puffs of air dispersing
the moment they leave
the foulness, that is your mouth.
Frustration…
I have no proof.
I am impotent…
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2004
An arc of orange light
lit the city night.
Wrapped in angry violence,
noise exploded
through the street.
Like vultures
squabbling over
stinking rotten meat
men were eager
for the fight.
Rioters seeking
interlopers,
aliens, cuckoos ,
who steal the air
they breathed.
Kick heads,
terrorise,
make them want to leave.
Hatred thrived,
rippling,
roiling
through the throng.
Jeering,
punching
those who
did not belong.
Breaking glass
tinkled,
making evil music.
All over the city
windows smashed
houses, cars,
people,
property
just trashed.
Air acrid
with black smoke so thick
leaving the innocent
petrified,
making decent people sick.
The angry night
ended in
sullen silence.
Waiting…
Waiting…
Anticipating
Tomorrow’s violence…..
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2004
An overheard conversation during a visit to hospital to see an elderly relative; not verbatim, just its essence.
~~
Where should I go
to die?
You laugh at geriatric homes
you say they stink of piss,
Yet, there is no place for me
with you.
It’s an embarrassment to be old;
to have outlived my purpose
I am just taking up space;
I am a waste of space…
After all
I don’t have a function
in life
I am defunct, a corpse that
will not lie down.
Tell me where to lie down.
Somewhere
where I will not be seen,
or in the way,
then let me be;
leave me in peace to die
at my own pace
with dignity.
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VMM
2004