Nimble Candle

Jumping candles not all Jack did

Nimble candles, jumping quick

Predicting the nightmares

Frosting street, silencing night 

Battling with the blood kings men 

Never a boring day or night be for Jack 

Slmilk

Along the soft lines innocence
Made gentle clouds whisper lightning
Sparked instead of madmen rotting

Milk from ether dipped in metaphoric honey
Circular resonance drumming up a dusty gall
Answering moist noises in petroleum ounces

Blotting papers burned in psychiatric haze
Electric guitar shouts a storms last
Hard blind travel instance

Minor keys flooding cows ears
Wasps hatching, spinning, eating
Heat warming but it’s just a newsman on acid, don’t you know

Jigsaw Vice

Like a jigsaw puzzle made of vice
Anger fills me open and dread
Pins chocking a needles head
Grinding axes thrusting in the mist
Thermomix my sanguine heart

Isle

Wait. Its circles and pears. Little brown wriggly hairs. Sitting feeling this steaming air, thin, gentle presses of them.

Centre to the Isle of might. Try, try as I fight.

Then escape from it all, to a place of light.

 

Kaleidoscope sky

The kaleidoscope of the sky befalls and spoils our eyes, it is only those who choose to look who see it.