neolithic cave drawing

 neolithic cave drawing

palm to palm 

pass the past

a port in the storm

of the time when she drew

the dark around her

singing in the candlelight

the chase was on

down all the caves of hunting

an explanation for it all

dearth called for breakfast

 dearth called for breakfast 

at the breakfast table

a dearth of the dead

they were toast 

that wouldn’t stay down

the curse of the un-bread

the pallor of the pollarded

partly dead the party gathered

incensed by thoughts

burnt by offence

beating the table with their knives

beat  beat  beat

the food of the braying mob

was a fast breaking 

trust me i was there

the zombie with aplomb

back silvered back

 back silvered back

what mirror doesn’t insist

that you come back 

just to be sure

that a different you

is taken away

the receipts on the spike

grow as tall as the stories

in this house of mirrors

the lie is reflected

back and forth 

a perpetually adjusted tie

editing

 editing

is that splat dross

or the icing on the cake

leave it

there

lick your fingers

mmmm the muse

the muse

 tornado

those poor cars those poor cars

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a scene on the ganges is described

 a scene on the ganges is described

is this the real world
at the end of a path of words
overhung with expectation 
a scene unfolds in disbelief 
and yet he says he saw it
just as described
i do so want to believe
for then i can plan to go there
and replay the words into the river’s wind
the sunset’s solitude
and kneel there
momentarily

gasp

 gasp

you can’t speak without breathing

for air is free speech

you cannot write a poem without the muse

who comes uninvited and without a fee

if you stop speaking or writing until you are paid

you will smother creativity 

and maybe

just maybe 

i will never return

it said