I worked my way up the charts
Made it to the top, I parked myself
Along the way, in some over zealous
Shallow right angled sentence, lacking
Full stops. Stripped clean, washed of
Thought, of deed. 'Inability' dangling
From fingertips that were bitten to the
Quick, sore from chewing on anxious..
Lyrics, repeatedly playing.  I forgot
To lift the stylus and hang it up to rest
And so it played on...and on...and on
I lost touch with its hiccup....sinking
To some far off disconnection.  If I try
To recall...it blinds me, my right eye
Out of focus with my left, seeing
The unseen; but if you asked me what
That meant...perhaps I'd sigh without
Knowledge, perhaps I'd smile with knowing
Nothingness, perhaps I'd scream with
Insufficient lungs, perhaps I'd sing an
Unknown melody....that repeats and repeats
                                                         ­                   ......its hiccup...beatless

© Laura Susan Smith

You know that bloke who's been
Around for years, the one everybody
Sees....no one knows
The one we've all past by forever

We strolled with complacent familiarity
Couldn't tell you his name, infact nothing
About his life, loves, home, work....
Assumption that he's down and totally
Out....done for could be imminent
For all anyone cares.

Oh yes it's him again.

Oh haven't seen him for a while

Someone said....."He's still around somewhere"

Someone else said "Didn't you know he used
To be someone?"

Wasn't he always someone....?

Did you know he died?

Well actually....no
                                 did anyone?

Scaffolded, encased in mortar
Propping up bricks of self esteem
Doubt had set in. Crumbling top
Layers absorbed....did they notice?
Felt but.....did they see it?
Who are "they"? Seemingly
Important and high ranking
Well....on a scale of 1-10 "they"
Pushed the 100 button golloped
Up all you can eat buffet.

Sit tight on your swing swaying to miss
Their broken sentences to avoid choking
In the solid efforts to snap your
Backbone, your spine tingling 'sit in'
Scares the beige from its safe spot
Red rioting around alerting the bull
Standing in the corner field, far left
Of your vantage point. Scraping hooves
Kicked up a stink large enough to have
You believing "they" hold all the cards
You trodden underfoot bilging cement
Running through your veins.

"They" didnt just see it
"They" designed, patented and claimed
The rights to "You"....

Shifting off to the other side of the lagoon
Laying low in murky water holes, plummeting
Beneath at the merest notion of movement
Slight of hand an enemy, kept in silent nap sacks
Carried on the back of evil urgency.....

Scalp tingles at the remembrance of foul doers
Digging ditches for dead souls, whose last breath
Hurts, relieved to reach the demise beyond
Settling in dirt...earth to earth.....

Recall carries on into the dark hours, winding
Its coil tight, fighting a war in close circuit
Hearing on acute, laying back into the dimness
Sheltered shadows stab the spaces between us

Coldness is colder than recall... minus degrees on.......
                                                                                              mind control.... multiplication

Snowcles....falling calling card, resting, upturned faces
Snowcles....falling like pendant droplets
Seeking kind eyes

Icicles.....frozen, swift like daggers
Icicles.....frozen chapters, white pages
Enlisting kind eyes

Frostles....biting frosty jack back
Frostles....emulsioning natures walls
Reflecting in kind eyes

                                                          D­rowning in deep pupil pools
Of blue hues, winking white lights
                                                          Snow blizzards cooking on iceowaves
Drifting, selling off last years frozen season
                        
Storming snow whips frosty fragments airborne
Peppering the night sky with finely tuned
Layers lacing, flitting and fitting superbly.....
                                                   ­             giving birth to a white out

In the instant a second presented itself
It dissolved, shrunk to the second...past
Out, gone.....a single thought could not be reinvented
For it was a second too late to squeeze the beginnings
With elementary mood breakers

Could the second have been different, thereby
Creating the onset of a brand new colour pallet
Drifting off, a direction lost to us, unable to pick
Up the tracking device of the rudamtary subliminal
Message, distorted by sleeping particles stored
Latently....dulled to the jazz tones of deaf ears

Identification slaves fired, packed up and rolled out
Partners squabbling, second '2'.... demise
Precious seconds lost, creating 3rd and 4th second
Lapses, prisoners of the past, what was and is no longer
Do we grasp the very second, conscious of the sound of
‘NOW’, cleansing our minds eye, rinsing our field of vision

The seconds may escape, existing in fornever land
Damaged as they trip and stumble in their two legged
Race to the realm of nowhere, continually stepping out of
Time with themselves, soaking up the spoils of
‘None of their business' lifestyles, dallying
In the lanes of borrowed lives, unrecognising
The empty shell of their own............

Moths expertly chewing at the clutter
Relieving the straight edges, intimately
Invading the closet chambers; scholarly
Imperfections hidden in the swathes of
Clothed hangers, straight backed, angled
Shoulders submitting, unthreading,
Holed up, no one listening to their slow
Demise. The perfect purchases unenergised
On a gradual decline into defacement

Getting used to their new look, wise eyes
Held ears on alert to attack.  Held with
Surgical gloves so their imperfections
Would not harm anyone, whereby difference
Remained safely hidden or thrown to the
Wolves, heading for the bin labelled 'Scrap'

Scratting around for some hope of recycled
Remission, getting nowhere. Ferociously
Promoting themselves to be perfect in
Their own way.  Don't ignore my progression
Sew me together, **** it!! into invisibility
And I will work again for you,
Moths securly balled away......