astral plead

astral plead

If the clouds could whisper, upon thy cheek.

Etched memories of time reflect a rose tinted glare.

Shallow thought do quiver,

when storms brew with fear.

Chaos juggles north.

The mind glides east.

Voices heard, are twisted vines.

Restraining.

Restricting.

The third eye weeps.

These astral planes-

plead to be seen.

Melbmourns

Melbmourns

Two hundred plus days-

Melbourne has been separated.

Two hundred plus days.

Over half a year-

longing-

to be reunited.

Over half a year-

Saint Paul’s cathedral bells-

have sung a lonesome hymm-

Echoing empty streets.

Under the clocks of Flinders Street Station-

a shadowless shell of what was.

Two-hundred plus days-

Unable to hug our friends and family-

to comfort them-

To comfort us.

Two-hundred plus days-

and counting-

always counting.

We are suffering.

Coffee Q.

Coffee Q.

Waiting-

scrolling-

through her phone.

Cash register-

pinging-

in-

and out.

Queue.

Person ahead-

uncroaking their croak.

Words stubble out-

from the croaked.

Soy-

decaf-

caramel half strength-

latte….

please.

Waiting-

scrolling-

through her phone.

She rolls her eyes-

In dismay.

Pale Burgers

Pale Burgers

Dear Gluten

I miss you.

I didn’t know how much I would miss you till we parted ways.

Soft as a cloud burger buns-

now replaced with saw dust fibres-

carving up my mouth.

Gluten-

How I miss you.

Doughnuts?

More like Dough Not.

In this day and age.

Gluten,

Why did you break up with me?

My body doesn’t miss you.

But my heart does.

Oh,

Gluten,

How I miss you.

salt & sand

salt & sand

Salt tangled hair-

damp bathers cling against skin.

The seat-belts metal tongue leaves a scalding imprint.

Grains of sand dabble throughout the car.

Bare feet scatter across sun drenched asphalt.

Fish and chips linger within the ocean breeze.

Seagulls beg and pine for a chip or two.

Ice-cream seeps along sunburnt arms.

Sun shies away upon the horizon.

Such a day comes to an end-

as the waves calm towards the night.

sculpted civilisation

sculpted civilisation

Chiselled sculptures-

cracked faces.

Crowded channels.

Fallen fragments-

of what was.

Occupied scenarios-

unsolicited control.

Foundations cracked.

Faded faces.

Fragmented times.