Sensitivity Surtr

Come across something majestic rising leagues above the surface. Open to the world and alive. Inside, look for the source of the light. See stonecrops in every color, Poppies, harebells and black vanila orchids. In every form and every offering. They climb and anchor themselves inside the gargantuan cavern. 
Further in witness a brightness that clears eyes and cleans thwarted souls.
Observe other species of flowers more abundant and more fragrant than most in the forests outside.
Can one be something else here?
Speaking out loud, aromas unknown, in formats of bracts eyes recognize.
Pulled in further. Become a resident inside here. waking each day from a bed of moss. And conducting a ritual of existence.
Go to the entrance to check the surface of the earth and nothing has changed.
But here within feel a transformation within the walls and inside the depths where one fears to tread.
Absorb the blessing and understand the value of being the resident here.
It chisels the mind, change and shape shift with each day...

To return to the surface to test the divinity and sensitivity from the cave of light.
Fill mind with this knowledge, with the unknown wisdom.
Stay open, for the ways of the world are no refuge.

There's no befriending litterers

 The plastic eye dropper left his hand.
Twirled in the air and landed in the grass.
a relaxed hand extended for an introduction.
It was nervously refused.

Behind his face videogames were playing.
Final scores to games his team played.
Beyond that not a lot of content.
He couldn't even manage a smile.

He put out his joint on the park bench he sat upon.
Flecks and tiny embers, a dark carbon stain on the wood.
The overwhelming sense that the world wasn't his hit him.
That the world belonged to the rubbish collector.

Breaking morning's surface

 Dreamy blue
cold, direct, fresh and new
Saying day has started
Walk into me, color on art

Leave bed safe and sound
Scatter your cloud
peace is written
God smirks smitten

Conscious it's morning
Stretch and yawn
Pull daylight with care
Brace for the brisk air

Home invasion

 The intruders looked down from downstairs
Casually as if nothing was wrong
The sirens began to wail
But they didn't budge

I called them down
and the police arrived 
They were stacked awkwardly 
With a vagrant in the back

I waved them off
As they stared through the tinted windows
One of them raising his fist to extend the middle finger
The cruiser launched forward bumping their heads together

Private studio

 She kicks out in yoga
In an exclusive room. 
Windowed sliding door

She got a ride with the tandem car
In the backseat with me
Her studio was private

Her posture was her charm
She never really invited anyone in
The odd passerby would gawk

Not I
I said
Transfixed

Dog head

 Dog head dog head scream
Grab, howl OHHH bite bite grim wound
Rip bark rip bleeding
Howl drop to knees arm soaked

Bitemarks release pink indentations
And draw more blood still
The Dog head is growling
It jerks the neck and sinks in

A clock and a mouth

 It came bearing down
The feeling of dread
The inescapable feeling 
That there was no exit

I turned and hugged the shade
No point it comes inevitably
Rolling over the street
A car being pushed along

The Sound of gravel crushing under tyre
I'd like to be passed by unrecognized
But I feel observed
I attempt to cast a decoy

but I have no time or privacy
So it sees what I am and wants it
Pretending it has a destination
There's no destination just a clock

And a mouth