Smooth your consonants

 Letters don´t form a word I just sigh
Syllables never met my lips
But the sight of you tickles the eye
the sound and rhythm of it I ken not

I haven't pronounced it
Not knowing feels deep
Will it match her image
infecting sleep

A piece that identity
Her name I haven't uncovered
So unwilling to discover
How it would feel saying it

 To enunciate your vowels
smooth your consonants like milk
Like a closed letter, paper as silk
waiting on a bench as if denied

offended being looked at, you hide
offended at not being opened
It's probably written on the underside
summing you up boldly

your fingers once folded
your tongue passed by
your name is unknown to me
Omission, too true to be a lie

The Highland Strack

 Night time
fresh foliage
dew and mist
something stirs between the mountains

Tree tops move
something creeps
dragging a big body
grinding bark kicking up leaf litter

Branches swish
rustling then it bursts
out upon the highway
The oncoming car veers crashes gone

It head the size of a car
It's body a small bus
It wanders on toward the next village
There it will destroy everything 

Because it is the strack
The lost mammal coming back to life
The peril of the gargantuan hairy clawed beast
Moving through mountains perpetrating violent doom

Into chaotic ponds

Chaotic Ponds 

I the Maniac
 I am real feral 
Failed edges of reality
I the humble it all crumbles

Way off into chaos and directionless
Watch me sprout whole like a mythical tadpole
Seeking shelter as fiends advance among aquatic plants
Big enough now to crawl out from behind the veil to eat them all

The culprit of the world game

 I attempt to open my mouth
I want to write about it
It is so null and void
hyper redundant

This big lovely game of pretend
The world is based on
sparkle for me
shut the truth out

I wanted to go into the complexity
the ridiculous details of the past
What a pretty basket we share
Many painted rocks

I attempted to defend myself
I am the culprit
screaming I'm the scapegoat
hyper redundant so null and void

This big game we all play
I lost and refused to concede defeat
Just a tuft from a wig
a halfway man

An accidental comedian
A tragic cringe moment
That endures a decade
in every vein and muscle

Invisible and full of illusion

 I walk across
I don't want to be seen
My eyes down make me invisible
steel and clumsy movement

The heaviness
this heart must carry
across the floor imagine I'm not there
metaphor brocolli or spinach

Why seek still
lust smashes me
empties me
wrything I'm wounded

Every wound an organ reopening
ritual sabotage
not enough time to forgive myself
before thoughts sting

Venemous hornet 
into the mind and heart
excitement and shock
illusions stack over my person

why seek me yet
I don't want to be seen
I want to fade into the weight of the world
Not the one you push or pull

the one that puts out the fires
of ruinous infatuation

Man to care valley

 We replanted our hopes in a hollow well hidden
Soil rich fertile so dark and worm ridden
It yields long lengths of prosperity
wealth we could obtain in parity

Infact wealth we could find on our roadsides forraging
The slow mystery of an unraveling story with no origin
Big gardens blooming outward with vibrant health
Their hands mingling with the wealth

We fertilized our hopes near their roots
Those hopes budded with vigourous shoots
Aimed sunward optimistic sticky early summer
Each season a cord that our dirty hands strum

For all the bare ditches we tilled hungry and vexed
where the soil was hard, pale and lifeless
Now we had sweet valleys to plant and turn
which would nourish us in return

civil rail

 On the train headed up toward central city
civilization encourages us
The blare and constant click on rails
the map of the line on the wall we speculate

Trees through decades of pruning
lawns weekly cut
we will arrive on the hour
The station comforting

everything is as it should be
the puzzle was finished
each suburb fits one another
The perfection of locomotion

Passengers raised moods
the fine expensive cushioned seating
Expansive windows only dimming in summer
As deciduous trees cut off the sun