STEAMPUNK POETRY25
THE EXPARATION DATE
Like antiseptic
On the soul
It flows on like the river
Burns all filth away
I’m the butterfly.
Poppies to pollenate
I’m the bottle of red wine.
I will consume with a broken heart.
I am the operator
So I pick up the phone.
I am asked, Can the hopeless, be helped?
STEAMPUNK POETRY24
GIRL IN THE CLOUDS
In heaven she looked down
She had the stars in her long yellow hair, laid down along her back
Her last day stopped 10 years ago.
But, I can still feel her spirit grow in me
Leaning over me, I felt her hair on my neck
Now nothing.
Just the fall of leaves, autumn
Higher than the sun
The lifeless
Loved by souls blow away
Abandoned
Dream-Time-Heaven
A little feather in space.
And her voice, the music often is a subtle hum, radiates the stars.
I hear her voice,
and I take her hand
And we bathe in light that is supreme
I touch her cheek with mine
The angels will surround us in dance and song.
But, heaven was unyielding – so She Covered her face and cried.
STEAMPUNK POETRY23
THE RIDE OF YOUR LIFE
Sharp turns
Ups and downs
Over the edge
A drop up
Into the heavens
The star on a moonstage
A glass of coke
A blue sky table
A slice of sun ray Breaking through.
STEAMPUNK POETRY22
ITCH
My anckles are flaky
White and red.
Throbbing, creepy crawling
Inside my tight white socks
Black Shoes Tingling, begging for me to scratch.
STEAMPUNK POETRY21
FORCED SELF MUTILATION
Use and abuse
The scales flake off my back
My skin
I am naked
Natural
Exposed
They get a taste of it
They sing out
An ear piercing, shaking scream With traces of an eagle cry
THE CHASER'S MANIFESTO 