Under the surface

Deep inside my spiral shell

I hear the ocean

Lines of pink and red

Clash in westerly battles

Darkness always wins 

In the grey stillness

An empty old afternoon

Where dreams go to die 

Remembering smells

From under the lilac tree

Drifting off to sleep

The heart of the cave

Sucking in every photon

A deep hungry void

Marshmallow blossom

Sticking to thorny black sticks

Cotton candy trees

Against the currents

Sailing downwind and upstream

Into the delta

Drawing is to life

As words are to emotions

Approximations

Across cobblestones

I put my life in your hands

The East to the West

Enslaved to our screens

Ignoring everyone else

As if we don’t care

Above the city

A terracotta ocean

Washed clean by new rains

Cold April showers

Relentless in their fury

But over so fast 

Sun slowly falling

Painting the sky with its blood

Hearts gently breaking 

A tangled up web

Lost and confused in this mess

I am on my own

Perfect evening sun

Warming and filling me up

I am anywhere

While these bridges burn

Hunting for an escape route

A haunted staircase 

A misty morning

Another day I missed you

Hidden mystery 

A new horizon

Flat like life support machines

A lethal sunset 

Feeling pulled apart

Stretch me out upon the rack

Joints pop out of place 

Bark without a dog

Trunk without an elephant

Limbs without a leg

Under the wood stack

In a dry little hollow

New whiskers twitching

Mediocrity

The curse of global culture

Shackled to our screens

Out of the darkness

Falling onto golden straw

A new life begins

A crumbling cliff

Devoured by the ocean

Hanging on the edge