I shed my dumbells

 I threw the dumbells across the sulphur swamp
Midday sun governed by winter
short layer of clean water passing through from a nearby river

Both of the weights landed on the far woode bridge
Something submerged that used to help locals cross
Now it had no use except to give a landing platform for water life

The wood buckled slightly under the impact of the weights
Almost snapping a slat or two
Then the dumbells rolled slowly into the darkmix of water and mud

Sinking somewhere noone would ever discover them again.

Tuned mass damper

 It sways inside the building
A clock for the hurricane
The bracing effect
A robust structure

Shifting and returning
Obeying the internal pendulum
The storm outside
testing from all sides

Destructive expectations.

 He turns in dismay
the same feeling of being overlooked
welling up in him
In his five days of holiday

His girlfriend telling him to keep calm
He braces the sofa arm
Walks outside in the heat and movement
a world full of set couples

Each as if a whole
He separates briefly for his expectations betray him
Some of them very large aggressive men with axes
Some of them confused and hopeful scampering dwarves

He goes back into the hotel room
His beautiful woman is relaxing there on the sofa
He sits back down beside her
The numbness of the unfulfilled eats away at him

The chorus of the butterfly

 Sour not at the table
Sing and we all sing together
Almost shouting the chorus
The food is music, the music love
Surreal floating love

Caterpillar no more
The elegance is sweet
So Let those of us who are familiar
enjoy your your aura momentarily
Before those wings grow too big

Sing with us at the table
The chorus shakes the room

Sitting across from you
The sceptical who shares your grace
The one that mocks both night and day
That neutrally sits while tears fall
From the eyes of the singing pretendants

Sing your fears out
From the space of the chest

Where someone used to live
Writing the chorus for this song
Playing the strings you allowed
Yet erring in the tune

Butterfly now the both of you
Play with those egos
pull the ropes hard
Then delicately 
Give yourselves to the journey of the song

Ibilsî grip

 Slamming lizard faced onto the off ramp
It was no exit I smiled grimly the optimistic reptile.
It was a demoniac company catacomb below a screaming highway
a maze of choked driveways and dispatch mass graves.

Everything here was past due the acid residue.
Outside the burial mound, the asphalt was a draconic heart attack
I tried to step forward and collapsed against the brick sepulchre
Lungs starving for air

Outside the vehicle my body lurched forward zombie wise
Claustrophobia subsides as I am fiendishly torn out
from the grey crypt crushing from above
the grey burning from underneath

The serpentine demonic grip
The choke of life's own deadlines
The absolute emptiness of the mausoleum
sucked raw in forethought through a plastic I.V tube

Fire of liberation

 The fire dies down
embers hiss
Each one of them have their own shadow
They crawl and burn against the rockwall
The redness of the stone molten

The flicker of something lost
Walkers through the flames
As a hideous shape
The crackle and the pop
Unnaturally frequent

The ember shadows fold upward
And downward
Then expose themselves as failed souls
Undone lived and soured
confined to the realm of fire

Dancing in painful choreography
with flame
curving and wavering in hot torture
Then reentering the ember
Darkening it once more

Liquid beauty

 The beauty inside is liquid

It is written on the face

The label says sweet and deep

Like a bottle of liqueur

Most won't recognize

Won't open the lid for sniff

Or a tipple

And the bottle's contents sweetens still

Tears distilled

Sugars unfermented

Always fresh and invigorating

After I take a swig I check the level

It's still full as if letting me drink was purpose