The crane of my neck
A constant agony
That send hammers to my brain
Vibrating through every nerve
-
My hands blister
From the grip tightened
On the near impossible
Tightening with each slipping second
-
Eyes meet and a sigh
It slips out of my grasp
I stand tall and feel the crack
And snap as limbs move again
Blood and sinew become
Limber and useful
-
The globe rolls away
And I smile
Along my skin
Making me hum and quiver
The soft white flesh
Of my upper thigh
Looks ghostly
Against her tanned knuckles
I shudder at the sensation
Being strummed
Like a tightened guitar
In the hands of a true artist
-
The lies within the words
That clench my fist
Bite moon crescents into flesh
White then red
A sting, a warning
-
Not enough!
The warm heated stream
While somehow
Vulnerability and safety
Hold hands
Chuckle as they pull up
In to the craft
At an angle the rain
Splashes against the window
Rivers and streams, thick and thin
Heel-toe, heel-toe
For safety and pleasure
Making my way
Along the white ground
Smiling at the sound
And the smell
And the view
Electric blanket warming my toes
I roll over and let my wife's cuddles
Warm the rest of me
.
I smile and let out a breath
That we can both see
Or would if she wasn't determined
To sleep another hour or two
.
I cuddle in closer
And match my breathing
The rhythm of the calm,
Patient and at ease
The unknown creaks
Try desperately to lull
Me back to the land of slumber
.
My ghost bird chirps
While the heater
Makes a mockery of
Mother nature and her winter
.
Bare flesh
I use only the sheet
To cover and convince
That sleep is still needed
.
3:30am, an hour
Awake
She jumps on sisters head
Fights over the offered meat
Gnaws at bones and at
Squeaky toys
.
Her copper coloring
Rougher fur then expected
And it's easy to forget
Just for that second
The true danger
The two sisters can pose
.
But at the moment
They are young and playful
And they half ignore
The petting of strangers
As they get photographed
.
It won't be long until the petting stops
And their need for food increases
And the smell of those
Offering the food is better
Then the butchered horse flesh
Like a bird flitting
Against the bars of a cage
.
I look over, knowing
Its just the heater and yet
I imagine the ghost bird
Chatting to me
The combination
Of excitement and comfort
.
They wrap around me
And I'm buzzing
Energy that won't be contained
.
It electrifies my senses
A pure excitement mixed
With true terror
It's a foreign land
A one off chance
And so I take every chance
To make it that much more
More a hum
That starts in the ground
And works its way
Up through the souls of shoes
It makes your skin buzz
Adjustment is quick and easy
.
Slowly the crawl
As we taxi along
Impatience grows quickly
As the hum revs
And then reduces
Over and over again
.
The giggling and the fidgeting
Is there a problem?
Still slowly we amble onward
Turning a bend
And the way is suddenly straight
Right in front of us
And the speed spreads a smile
.
Quickly it builds
And presses heads against rests
Smiles widen and the angle changes
.
Outside rectangular windows
With curved edges
The world tilts and angles
.
The Lego world comes closer
As we lean toward the earth
Ears popping and pressure
All around, pressing against
Head and arms and legs
.
The bump and jump
The captains tinny voice
The seatbelts on again
And the angle once more
Less obvious with clouds and wing
Being the only reference point
As we rise higher
.
Again the pressure
Making my round stomach
Feel condensed and my
Already limited height being
Repressed even more
.
And then suddenly
The pressure is gone
And for a second a feeling
Of pure weightlessness
My stomachs drops
.
I can't suppress the giggle
That reminds me of years gone by
When we would speed over
Hills bigger then normal
And lose traction at the top
That feeling of weightless freedom
:)
Neen. C.
It's head resting upon the gutter
.
But its body belies the concept
Closer
The only other sign of death
A smear of blood
From the cracked nose
Eyes wide and glazed and unseeing
.
Brings back memories
That ten years later
Make my jaw hurt from clenching
With the scent
of oncoming rain
The smell of green
Fills every sense
And I can't stop smiling
The sound could be mistaken
For the bashing of the sea against stone
It was ferocious and it cut
Right through your skin
And down to the very bone
Until the nasal request
That cuts through even headphones
-
We all dig through bags bad pockets
In search of justification
To sleep in the moving carriages
-
All eyes get drawn to the too quick
Shuffle and tap against the doors
That won't open yet
-
Even slumberers pay attention
Some betting for capture
And others escape
-
We roll in, the squeal of tires
Slowly, too slowly the doors part
The quick slip of escape
-
A collective sigh
No matter the opinion
The event is over and sleep is lulled back
The ballpoint has nothing on this
It runs like a snake
Smooth and hissing
As my words and thoughts and fears
Come to life and send
A thrill of unequal measure
-
Pausing I tap the end on the table
Back and forth and smile
At the small pink reassurance
That makes the whole process bearable
Before the light of day cracks open eyelids
That scent of oncoming rain
And the feel of a lovers head in your lap
-
A sky where you can't count the number of stars
Feeling the rough texture of bark against your fingertips
Stretching out limbs like a cat in sunlight
Bubbles reflecting rainbows as they float away
-
Dancing crazy for innocent laughter
Dancing without a care alone with music
So loud that you can barely hear yourself think
And all you feel is the base through your spine
With blankets and slippers
A rum to warm the veins
And a lover to warm the skin
