Thoughts find ways through the body

 The unconscious mind curls around 
with a thousand distracting thoughts that carry the day nowhere
It drives around all through out the brain all day
Through the lines and nerves and bulges of the cerebrum

Finding their way to the eyes and and the sensory systems
Provoking self chatter and traveling down the throat
Rattling around the lungs
Spiraling down to the heart as well

Finding it's way into each compartment
Bubbling through the blood and pressure
Then down to the stomach
Talking with every department of digestion

Mingling with the food still waiting to be broken down

Eat fish at easter

 On the day every house in the neighborhood,
preparing their feast of fish.
The fishy smell and aroma comes through,
it comes through the sewers and out the gutters.

It comes out the windows and down the corridors.
In the drafts of wind it becoems overpowering.
Then the moisture of the rain fuses it.
It explodes into an intensity that overpowers the nose.

Making you dry reach with the smell of fish.
The smell percolates through your nostrils.
To the back of your throat and nose.
To the entry point of the brain.

It fishes your brain up.
Until your eyes feel like fish.
The mucus in your nose is running like fish.
The saliva in your mouth is an ocean of fish.

Until your whole self.
Is one school of fat stinking fish.

The pain will pass

 I see you need help there.
I can help you. I feel you are having a hard time.
Let me see what I can do to help you.
Did you have a rough day, was it difficult?

Let me help you stand you seem to be on the ground.
You look hurt, I have bandages for your wounds.
You look thirsty let me give you the water that will nourish.
The world has worn you out, take my hand.

I'll look after you and give you shelter.
I can see you need it. I understand you.
I also understand how cold the world can be.
If you cry, I may cry with you because pain is loud.

I've spent so long trying and failing to keep it silent.
So don't be ashamed, embrace me just to feel someone else.
I have been in your place hundreds of times.
The sense of lonliness and indifference is overwhelming.

I'll hold your hand, then you can leave and feel better.

Draumr Dagrenning

 You exchange in those hours before waking
Reaching out through the illusions the slide and stretch
So you don't see who I truly am in darkness we have no shadows
Minutes flow out our time is dwindling as dawn approaches

The dream deepens the exchange intensifies
Little piece of ourselves we trade in the darkness
Little slices of this false avatar that I am
Taken in by the false version of what you are

Why is my touch different?
Why would my love be different?
In the dark it could be anyone
The formless breeds fascination

The flow of this dream overwhelms
You wake empty
Morning gloom's dessperate hands
I am gone, not just for now...

I am gone forever, this dream will never revisit you.

Spills and Stains

 The sofa will eventually recieve the stain
The milkshake will spill
There is new fabric its begging
It's a satisfying energy
Like my smile

I lengthened it like a summer day
To feel good about the things I have
The things I don't
And the things that will eventually be mine

The plate is warm and the food ready
sitting at the table I left the salt and pepper
The juice fell over spilled out
It was waiting for that to happen

You are a handful and a mouthful
The one day that you forget the apron
The sauce splashes and it's in there
 unwashable The perfect imperfection

You can clean but it will always be marked
Like an early trauma on the soul of today
That piece of uneaten food on your plate
That will prevent your dessert

The shade of the gas station

 The cypresses touch the petrol station roof.
Using it for support and darkening that corner where no cars park.

Routine is juice, gas, gasoline.

The commuter pulls in with his new flash car, cellphone to ear.
Hand a few hertz from shaking on the steering wheel.

His tyre hits the reservoir lid as if he was blind.
His window comes down in a rush to call an attendent.

The pavement is a finished task like a schedule filled out.

The attendent lazily makes his way from the shade of the cypresses
Toward the neurotic man who is probably late for a life and death stakes situation

The road is full of potholes and cracks like the man's nerves.

-What can i get for you?
-Gasoline and quick, I'm late for a meeting.

The early morning cloud accumulates it threatens to rain
Not on the attendant, but on the rushing man.

-Cash or card?
-Card, quickly!!!

The transaction happens quickly the man pushing the card machine away.
Starting engine, revving and speeding out of the gas station.

The old man walking his dog on the street nodded to the attendant.
-You are a patient one, good on you.

But even so, the attendent lowered his head and made his way back to the plastic seat,
In the shade of cypresses.

He watched his shoes step as he hung his head, heard the rev of the crazy man.
His next step encountered the line of shade on the petrol station forecourt.

He heard a screech and then a deafening crash.
He looked around but all he could see was the old man with his little dog.

-Never be in such a rush that it takes living life away from you.
 The old man said.
The young attendant looked down at his shoes. 

In the young man's mind all he could think about was the fact he needed a new pair of shoes.
And a car like that of the rude man who had just passed through.
He was probably somewhere important by now. While the young man was stuck pumping gas.
These thoughts filled the young man with dismay. Even as the abrupt sound of the ambulance came screeching out of nowhere.

What awaits

The house needs building
Petrol stations await cars to fill
streets shoes and trainers
My ears your voice

The beach awaits the tide
the weight awaits my hand
The sun awaits my skin
The universe my words

my eyes, you
My skin, yours