The big bang

 I feel the universe screaming right now
A thousand images the same reflecting back
This is inifinity, this is the appearance of power
I feel the universe screaming

The heat of atomic bombs in my palms
i feel the push and the pull
I feel I belong to the two
Will you condemn me when I show you I am ambidextrous

Will you need to be convinced
Or will you flow with it
letting the small mind pass
So that the big idea can take us over for months

Smother our reality and hopes and fears
leave us aroused for the rest of our lives
Is it comfortable in there all shut
Why don't you let me in

an explosion must take place

leaving sleep

 I coughed and spluttered and reached for my alarm as it sounded
The disorientation of of exiting slumber clouds me
I fumble my phone- where am I? Who am I?
There's a crashing inside of my head

An assembling of my outside reality
It all screamed at me big waves of loud milk
Splashing across my face the alarm still bleeting
Like all the sheep I forgot to count

I forgot that warm alluring dream I slipped out of
Now out of reach, it never happened
Except it did I just cannot retrace it
Cannot bring it back to my surface of awareness

So I press the alarm button and it stops
I wobble on early legs like a daunted toddler
I grab the necessary and make my gentle way
To my office at the end of the corridor

And then I'll let breakfast console me from the lost dream
A hot coffee to throw me like a skipping stone into the body of the day
I will pretend I know this body I find myself in
I will pretend I care about purposes I had invented before yesterday

stomach earth

 clouds and digestion
I'm walking metres from the forest
I see the abandoned mansion
I see the river follow me

I walk over grass and familiar hills
My hair is grass
My skin the earth
My love the sky

Clouds are passing
I am digesting you

Staircase of my name

 I climb this wooden staircase
The empty spaces between the slats of wood
Call my name, with each step up I look between
and hear the voice say -up one further

When I feel the slat under me
Shaky and unstable
I transition my weight to the next slat
Hearing calling far below

Like ghost parents
shouting toward a baby at risk
I was that baby
Not big enough to get to the top

Not small enough to fall through the slat
Just big enough to hear the subtle applause
As I go from one slat to the next
each one creaking my name

That Sturdy Cactus

 Bulging out of the sidewalk saying- how is it?
A metamorphic sex toy scaring grandads and grannies.
Taking up too much space so the dogwalker struggles to slip the gap.
The columns climb up to block out the neighbors windows.

When it's wet the fat thug doesn't droop or even yellow
When it's dry the thing shines and keeps growing anyway
While the rest of the vegetation dies off in the heat of the day
It just seems to stand prouder as if imitating a champion

It hangs out and waves
You never see it complain
Doesn't need twigs or leaves
Doesn't need fertile land
The modified stem grows out of porous neutral sand

Jeanine

 I saw you scratching words into the desk, while Mr Robinson wasn't looking.

Freckles never looked good on any girl, except for you Jeanine.
Blond pony tail, you knew how to dance. I was too goofy to ask you teach me, therefore I'd have a reason to rub up against you. To question your questioning eyes.
Where did you get those scissors and hide them before Old man Robinson sees, he's got a screw loose and he will break something if he sees. If he sees you scratching up the desk, he'll kill you.
Anyhow I'm passing you this note, so that you can have my permission to humiliate me infront of the whole class. Because I want to kiss your face. I want to kiss your lips.
I'm sick of being young and coming up short. I want a young and wild girl like yourself to kiss and get lost in. I want to take you to the backfield, just to see if you won't let me in for just a time.
Share secrets, share silly young notions of love. Hold hands, touch.
Give me my 101 in romance as you probably have a better understanding.
Or even better let me sit closer to you in class. So that I might touch your hair, or at the very least warn you before our tyrant of a teacher catches you scratching words into the desk.
Somehow I could see your hostility, but it didn't put me off. I just put it down to that fighting spirit. Growing up in small towns must be torture for beautiful girls like you.
What a miracle it was to know you, in our small pathetic town where everyone judged everything. 

Shutting up

 People would do well to shut up.
To stay trap clamped
To politely abstain from their yarns
Their rants and laughter

People can make it easier on the world
By shutting up all of you can cure the world
Words spoken spurted through lips
Tongue so proud, tone intact

But forget all that, use ears
Or eyes to read these letters into words
These cattle into herds
This sewage into wastewater collection

Like volume of cursewords
Rising from the stadiums
Of dumbfounded excited nobodies
Who have squandered their personal integrity

To join a mediocre collective 
Who scream their voiceboxes until wheezing
Just shut up and sit down
you have a lot to prove but a big void where the brain is supposed to be