Scattered On The Floor.

Not sure what to do now. Do I put my left foot in front of my right or should I crawl upon the floor? My primal instincts want to kick in and fight and flee. It’s scary to not know….to not care what others think. For myself there is almost no boundary between my sensitivity [...]

humdrum

rattles of insects and goings on, Rose, is it rats stirring around the corpses under floor boards, or just the shuttling of roaches, something is astir, you will find me in the downstairs, there is a dripdrop pinebox there, cold but comfy, if you should choose to wake me, do it naked,

he coughs,

the smoke curls up and he throws the spit into the fire with a hiss and some apparition appears, some crone, Rose shuffling out of the dark, you again Rose, he says, where have we come to now, with your blind old father, whose turn is it today to offer a little hospitality to the [...]

Driver..

The soft hum of the motor soothed Steve’s burgeoning anxiety, even though he knew the danger in what he was about to do. Tanya lay asleep in the passenger seat, her soft breath upsetting the delicate strands of hair that lay across her placid brow, and her calm seemed ironic due to tonight’s extraordinary circumstances.
Stopped [...]

It’s about time..

“Finally!” she said to the driver as she climbed her slender frame into the massive vehicle. “I was beginning to wonder if I was going to have to do this by myself,” she muttered as she removed white plugs from ears hidden behind long bleached locks. “Do you know what could have happened to me [...]

the other

“I never thought of doing that.” The hobo spun around. The husky voice came from the shadows in the corner. “There’s a fireplace over here but I didn’t know if I could trust the chimney.”
The hobo grunted, weighed the threat and turned back to the fire. In the dark corner a pile of heavy velvet [...]

shooo shoo :baba doo bah ~

they setup things
all quick-sharp as they have done so many times before
smoke-lined eyes with a don’t care twinkle
                                                                          care too much too much
and later, while the cognac warms in the cutglass~  her shoulders naked
                                                                                          dropstrap honeytrap ~
they smoulder us quietly
emberglow us with note-lust          gloaming mistrust
and lovemaking careens through us all like a spider breeze drifting;
the bar [...]

spinnaker

his.shirt  w r a p s  twice around her
earlydawn
barefoot.yawn
and the marblefloor so cold
and her love     -backroom sleeping
                                                                       the crystalglasses hummmm
                                                                       ochre~light
                                                                       a chirrup in the beams
weighty key
fleshwarm from his pocket      ~     [gentletouch giant, (remember) smile]
sunrises over sleeping smoke froiles, threems under the doors
barrels clONG B r o n g
and rummel
inhaling, she dreams of the sea,
scurrying harbourside [...]

gather.on.wires

bogardus ~ on the eighth day
                     collected the yellow.tormentil which sheds a petal
                                                                                     grows a petal
                                                                                     hourly
this watch clunks the shelf as she reaches for the cognac
  business is good       like oldendays       fresh.cut limes
in the mirrorback~rivers dance, the trees are still there
liquidamber  leadcrystal 
whisperchatter and a husshhhhhhhh
quitely clamouring
Oo
taste that, yes, taste it   all of you
                                          it’s [...]

debut

and there she whispers to him
on tiptoes, chilly, pointe-less
and with a smile, she nearly finishes her sentence
after that, the dancing becomes hocus-pocus
                                                       air-stirring the molecules in the shadowhall
                                                       mote whirling
an unfinished sonata
high in the rafters birdsblink, swoopready dropping to circle
raffia wingbeats, a shale-tide sound
feathertips touch, cloudily shrouding
arm~arc finale            
                         they land around her as falling black-silk
he applauds ~ [...]