Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Life Raft for the Forgotten

Ocean me
Ocean you,
more and less
and some
and few...

Wants everything to everyone
wants a grain
wants alone
wants a wild crash
a single ripple
a trillion breaths
of love to keep the sails
afloat...
a life vest made only by one
a raft made larger than the titanic
that never could sink
and knows how to find
the forgotten....

Ocean me
Ocean you,
more and less
and some and few...

has a hankering handful
for mid sun heat
or goes to rest a single cheek
with a single tear against the cool inside cave
without anyone needing to know -
is zest in a utopia of
white bubbles
and froth and fun and
licking at the edges of joy
is one whole sadness
that nobody can get to because
it's gone too deep
and might be a burden
or an endless summer
with beautiful flight
or one moment that lasts forever
or
"please let let me see you ocean forever"
or
"don't swallow me in the vastness of everyone else who cannot see this"

Ocean me
Ocean you,
more and less
and some and few

 a pebble blending into a million
or a shell that doesn't seem to fit with the others
or a pool of everything fits together too

Ocean me
Ocean you
more and less
and some and few
I am here
you are too
take me to the
centre, to the top, to the bottom and around
there to wake
in more
or less
in some
and few.
Ocean me
and
Ocean you.


Saturday, March 11, 2017

The Circus Elevator

Going up?
First floor -
flipping flic flac front benders, fire flashers and floss, The Flea Circus (organic - no powder)
and the flying carousel. Forwards freak show featuring for your entertainment;
bottled bigots
chauvinists in shackles
and
bullies being brought down a peg or two.

Going Up?
Second floor -

the spectacle, spec girls and spectators in stalls (cheap tickets, expensive hearts), the Speiler and the slide for life, slop shoes and suitcase acts, swag, slangers and seventeen wagons with screamers.

Going Down?
Basement -

big top, boiler room ticketing, bump a nose clowns full of good luck wishes, bannerlines, bally broads and bally girls, bold women and bashful bringers of a bright future, baggage wagons full of lonely hearts and laughter patches.

Going up?
Eighth Floor -

announcers and after show extras, aerialists, attractions, The Arena, artists and acrobats, aerial hoops and loops and astronautical hopefulness in squiggly love lines up to.....

The Thirteen Floor and Revolving Carriage-

caring clowns (and the carpet variety too), catchers, candy and cherry pie, cirky staff and the cloud swing with characters and calliopes, catch a warm cup of wonder and a case of courage.

Going up?
Going down?
Going round?