Ceramic white, wood richly brown
Smooth liquid....touching buds of taste
Lips chasing chatter, slithering slogan sentences
Arm reaching, lift off, exposing the pit, selecting
Combination to the gestured shape, proposing
Enlivening, trickling conversation tripping
To my left.  A phone, pressing snugly, ear
Tuned up, alerted, filtering the microwave
Throng.  With welcome warmth, thaw began
Icy film packaging a heart temporarily beat
Free, playing, fraternising.....roulette with Russia

Linking the spotlight into the dark score
Rutting out the jagged envelopes that
Refuse to be opened, clinging onto their
Sticky tape with a passion;  Don't ask me for
Release, I'm shuttered up, swathes of emotive
Blankets worn out from their duty to keep me
Warm; to blot out the morning light from
Penetrating my skull.  Shame.....sorry self
Introduced to the firing line.  BANG....the snaked
Tongued 'Medusa' who entangles her mind
With vipers, serpents dishing out their forked
Shots of maggot infection, generating wormy
Warriors burrowing into the ruby red warmth
Chewing and bubbling neuron to neuron
Exploding at boiling point into a vast mix up
A collision on course, snapped in two, vibrating
With sheer panic, wrapped in destruction.......

Utter bilge.......built this bridge
So I'll knock it down..............
                                              ­    to start anew
And so I smile.......

In and out of the scrub, cold networking
Overcooked scenarios, elbowing one another
Out of line to rubber neck the continual
Replay that gets nowhere fast
Overplaying.....on and on, over and over
Push it to the far reaches, it's back
Needles stuck......hic hic hic, Remove it
Eeeeeeeeeek.......
Spinning on silent mode, scenarios upon
Scenario, double dose waiting to be heard
Too late to turn back, already done, dusted
The jelly set, the concrete dried and solid
Get out for one second....take a hike....it's back
After school...teacher dishing out lines
Repeating over and over what you dearly
Want to forget, imprinting, etching a deep
Rut; psyched up ready for battle; but there's
Nothing, noone there who wants to listen
They don't want to know, you or anything
About you....for that matter; Cuts deep
Threading back to childhood rejection
Of recent loss compounding, how little they
Care....knowing what you've been through
It cuts no ice, yet is jagged and raw through
Your flesh remaining.......hic..hic..hic..hic..hic..hic............

Gauging the time on my ever ready
Timepiece, I would be vacant without it
Guessing the minutes that miss out
As the second hand moves smoothly
Locking onto with its demonstration powers
How to mark time successfully, second by
Second, a prelude to the minute minder
Merging in with the big guns, the 'On
The hour Brigade' of salutes and silences
Schedules and deadlines.  
The.....gong
           The chime
                  The clang
                         The beep
The moment to be woken from our sleep
It's a curse at 'times' (excuse the pun)
The engagements starting point and
Finale.  I wonder what time it is right now?  
Would we lose ourselves scurrying to find
Our 'timepiece'.  Do we pick up our redundancy
In favour of technological time and motion?
Even though the 'Wonder World' has not dreamt of....
And cannot conceivably equate.....powerful potent
Possibilities of fake time in an unknown spatial
Rhombus, conspiring recklessly to promote individual
Unreality; time spinning out the hour, through
The minutes, towards the last seconds.....
                                                             of our unreal lives

Pausing, I remember the white snow capped
Sighs departing from your spun out white capped
Lips; you lifted your neck and with it your head
Tilted, and looked for me.  It was then that
I died a little, for I saw you in reality, a sorry
State of affairs...clinging to life itself
Dearly longing for a break in this broken
Passageway of your life.  

How might we endorse the meaning of 'Your
Life'....together; could we walk...you on wheels...
Me pushing with all my might until the curtain
Falls and snuffs your life upwards towards heaven
And home, your beat no longer in time with mine....as

I am left looking into the filmy clouds
Of your departure, hanging on your last words...
"Life's been a blast...from start to finish", and my
Finish has arrived before yours...that's all!!!
As simple as that...and you were gone

But life is not so simple!!!....not now, not here
Not...anywhere....

Miles and miles of....
Space, stretched mouths, lips
Drawn apart, gums claiming their
Contents and the......
Famous uvula left dangling there

Tonsil twins, the septic sisters
Wore white adornments today
Salt stained specs sitting spitefully
Chastising for last night's overdose

Remarking about being off colour
Tombs stones stained on plaque
Patrol alert, tongue wearing a
Its stale white winter coat

Colour palette was off white today
With blue garland furnishings
Strategically placed under the
Black veil of last night's mascara

Nostrils dragged their contents
Into the daylight, sizing up and
Producing a contest for the
Incumbent tissue trail that slowly

Gave the receptacle in the corner
A purpose for the day...to see how
Sturdy it claimed to be before it
Regurgitated....spluttering and coughing

I trained my gaze to turn a blind eye
To the incessant strobing wheedling away

Weeping willow tears, burrowing footsteps
Needling the swell of pure panic

When you said to me "The anxiety's
Bad at the mo", I became heavy with

The suffocation of 'What to do'....for you
My race to the winning post to

Grab the prize. the cure of all cures
The potion that'll dilute the multiplying

Butterflies grabbing onto your
Worry beads, slung around your neck

Should you forget their existence
A never ceasing adornment lines

Your palms with moistured intensity
Slips your grip on life, where once was peace