Inside

You have changed me deep inside

Pulled strings not known to either mind

Hollowed out recesses and stripped down strands

Of thought and hurt

I am the sea

And you the sand

I don't like the caves created

I don't like the fleshy strands, hanging down

I don't like the fog around my judgement

Like a thick cloud, winding it's way

A cancerous poison

A dangerous weapon

Through my core, my heart, my all

I am the waves

And you the shore

I have said things I've sworn never to say

I have hurt some people

And disquieted myself, and fallen far

Along the way

I am the night

And you the day

I've used metaphors I'd never use

I've thrown dramatics I

Now despise

I've listened to your heart

And answered mine

And cared for us in a dark pit

Where daylight freezes

In icebergs of hell

And I am the oyster

But you are the shell

Her

The dull, draining pointless monotony

Of the grey slanted, soul less heart

Of the people coming, going, coming

Moving, walking, moving, running

Of the same in, day in, day out

Day in

A car drives past, again

Again

The gently seeping, bleeding wound

Opened, weeping, closing

Healing

Each person sat in each small room.

The lakes fill and rise

As if emptied by

Her graceful mind

She touches buildings

And whistles fast through streets

And slows down slowly

Draping her arms along aching shoulders.

The day starts in the traditional way.

The evening closing with it's usual

Flourish

And people move as if the sky pulls them

Upwards to an end

There is an end

But not here

Here the day will start again.

Streaks fly past the platform

Inordinately heart stoppingly

Stopping

They struggle on

Fighting crowds

The crowds will still be there tomorrow

When the clocks start once more

In the station's hall

That never ends.

Birthday's rip the seams

But soon they will be

The abyss of yesterday

Torn paper strewn on the floor

Amongst the scatterings of the last year

A year that though gone

Has not yet finished

As empty balloons are tied to doors.

Lying on the ever moving waters

She lies

Her hands trailing in my head

In every shoe on every foot

Fingertips on nerves

She glides

Her lips are sealed, for not a whisper

Can ere escape from Time

Pipes

Sleep out mist

Forced through

Pipes

The sigh escapes

Through the

Mouth

Of the day

Night of Glass

The street moans and hums

And burns and runs

Down pavements, lanes

The light's are out

And no one's home

Broken glass lies underfoot

Light pools in puddles

Where dropped keys lie

Abandoned, dead

Without a cry

Windows blackened

Darkened, chastened

Curling mists halt

From old brick chimneys

Quickly stifled

Wet roads steam

Off heat from the day

As rain pounds

And rubs

Them cold

Paper flaps down

Flying, soaring

And dies

On the grey land

Barren, deserted

Falling

Blindly echoed anger

Falls, on fallen, beating ears

That ring

Lost

I want to smear my face sideways

Across smooth hard marble

I want to shout until nothing comes out

Not even a whisper

A whimper

A moan

Until my face and voice have gone

To where they were lost

And cool darkness is left

And brave eyes look upwards

Into the black

Missing Soul

Deep sweet melody

Aching, slow

Throbbing, flowering

Playing so softly

Opening wounds

Tenderly licking

Tightening, tighter

Playing to me

Stretching, breaking

Staining

Long song, love song

Inflamed, soothed

Raining

The Warming Room

I see life through fogged bus windows

Dirt filled days through a film of rain

Empty seats that rise and fall

Whipped around the warming room

The cold marble against which people

Press their faces, separates the world

From far off places

And drives the bus through driving rain