script

unworthy words

well up from deep

between us

falling randomly

across your

perfect parchment

...

control

unruly pile of

bone sinew muscle

misbehaving organs

force-shaped

disciplined

into an athlete

...

MAN

be a man

in charge

on top

boss dog

fuck that

where are

my heels?

...

stupid words

words stick

inside my brain

cracked fingernails

locked into tendrils

of everyday

tempting them

with cheese

and red wine

only brings out

stupid ones

...

the new dress

each day

worthless crooked fingers

sew impossible gossamer wings

for your wedding dress

and clasp tight in prayer

for it to lie unused

...

pothole

a flurry of harsh carbon

and gravel

forms a fist

smacking riders backward

hard

...

brutality

legs-core-heart-brain-soul

brutalised by icechill wind

and by each other

Image Sarah Black

...

kissed by the soil

shit under my nails

sun on my back

beasts greet my touch

growth, in my eye

kissed by the soil of the earth

i remember everything

with apologies to Jeff Martin

...

feet fly

clasped tight

to your hand

we follow

secret paths

access

hidden doors

feet depart

solid earth

a change

of mind

creates new

reality

...

right side

world turns right-side out

turquoise sky spins overhead:

sunshine smile compass

...

Tangled Legs

mine all stringy and prickly

yours powerful and poised

mine climby

yours jumpy

mine with tan lines

yours with... tan lines

...

don't move

my breath

slow

irresistible

tidal

her limbs

lie

diagonal

on my chest

claws

sharp-poised

at my throat

in her

sweat glistens

on her skin

smile on her lips

circles in her legs

words swirl

in my pants

...

morning drum II

called by

jungle drum

femoral

under finger

tips

i dance

...

morning drum

called by

jungle drum

femoral

under fingertips

under your spell

i drift in

joyful sleep

original desire

i dance to

this drum's beat

curiously syncopated

with my own

...

gardening

dirt gathers under

weather beaten nails

my heart's hard scales

soften and fall away

decay to feed

new flowers

...

busy

knotted roughtumble

high piled windblown detritus

circle still centre

...

inner chord

precise finger tips

fine-stroke strings below skinshell

daybreak in soulsound

...

surface tension

soft coiled

dozing

entwined

molten soul

surface tension broken

we flow into us

...

Lift

every pedal turn
between heartbeats is you
sunshine smile lifts me

...

One In Twenty

city sprawls beneath me

and i, mad samuri

flay it open

spray globs of light

from sea to horizon

full moon carries

my dream

...

sand

tiny grain of quartz

thrashed by storm ravaged ocean

alone among billions

...

venus

ice wind listens for

cheeky venus rising

make way for serious sun

...

untitled

taxonomy

Inspired by One Single Impression: Prompt #60: One Word

...

surf

fall down boiling mountain

stand coilsprung

carve the names of gods

into its perilous face

Inspired by One Single Impression: Prompt #59: Live Water

...

streaming

glistening fronds

follow babbling stream

gently chatterboxing

Inspired by One Single Impression - Prompt #58 - Listening

...

masseur

searching fingers
move over/around/inside
talkative muscles
hands listening
to their songs

Inspired by One Single Impression - Prompt #58 - Listening

...

why?

no

why

no what

no because

no

rhyme

no tie

no explanation

pieces of the

jigsaw world

seem to fit

i put them together

...

2am

2am 

half concious

ur arms & legs

wrap round me

engage & elude

my senses

- smoke

Inspired by One Single Impression - Prompt #57 - Smoke

...

equals

flesh and muscle
press against
play-scampering fingers
with equal pressure
pleasure shared

Inspired by One Single Impression - Prompt #55 - Equals

We're equal but different
It's obvious

- Au Pairs

...

morning wings

morning wings grow full
hand-shadowed gently painted
time to fly baby

...

buttons

his eye sockets

clutch two

black buttons

unbutton! my sight

he commands his wife

the worn unhanded shirt

Inspired by One Single Impression - Prompt #55 - Farewells

...

quiet night

dead still
quiet
pulse in my ears

52 beats per minute
on my newly washed
heart

...

i feel like chicken tonight

hail pelted roofline
above soft suburbia:
green chicken curry

...

curve

under my hand
she is curve sharp scimitar
soft ripe peach

...

entwine

arms

legs wrapped

skin on sweat-slick flesh

touching inside

each to each

alive on-being

...

mill

dark satanic

flours grow

peaking out

from under the

old mill's 

grist-grey ruin

...

untitled

two paths lead forward

seared soul choice cleaves decision:

never glancing back

Inspired by One Single Impression: Prompt #54: Fork in the Road

every step

each 

step taken:a decision

word uttered:closes alternatives

fogged | sighted

directionless | conscious

unlearning | growing

each 

choosing

closing

opening

inspired by One Single Impression : Prompt #54 : Fork in the Road

CArP

An yak remains from the beer-goggled twilight,

A light wind came past, like a panda breaking wind.

Buried in the sand, a solitary eye stuck out.

It was materializing itself--it had no choice

"Holy flying dictator, Batman!" it said swiftly

Inspired by One Single Impression - Prompt #52: Twilight

...

twilight

last rays

of dying day

garner neither

warmth nor comfort

emptiness and loss

fill dull lit 

soot/grey

bone dry sorrow

promises of 

newly minted dawn

coax weariness to

hope

inspired by One Single Impression - Prompt 52: Twilight

...

hold out

hold my hand now

breathe long

don't hold in

hold out

let your mind stop 

right at the point 

where your breath 

turns back in

the point where 

our lips meet 

at every breath

breath flows into you

my lips press yours

working shared saliva

no stopping point 

as the air turns 

from in to out 

just a smooth turn 

through 180 degrees

 

in unison

air expelled from 

deep inside mixes, flows

against your cheek

through your hair

our tongues mesh and squirm

the last scintilla of air is expelled 

to dance the universe joined forever 

our lips part

momentarily the world stops

in anticipation of our next breath

...

air canon

oxygen-fire

birth

breath-lungs

blue

lift-wings

flight

lift/breath/oxygen

life/birth/flight

lungs/blue/wings

lift lifes lungs

blue breathed birth

ox winged fly

...

closer

we fold the planet

with our words

bending time

with gravity

of our warm bodies

changing probabilities

within our orbit

blending our skin

with the gravity

of time

we create

oceans of possibility

...

dinner

biting into

plump green

roasted halkidikis

olives

the firmness of

taut flesh

gives way to

salty oily crazy sensuality

...

hats

each day

i wear many hats

for each role i play

my dog only

has his dog hat

yet he is unconflicted

...

here but not

our limbs entwine in

fusion of skin and warmth

yet i am alone

Inspired by One Single Impression: Prompt #51 - Spectral

...

Growth

a kaleidescope

of unfolding

fluid motion

opening

spreading

ceaselessly changing

blossoming in

glorious balance

of life

Inspired by One Single Impression: Prompt #51 - Spectral

...

Lifers

how can one live

with no prospect

of release

tenured

changeless

no uncertainty

comfortable in

chains of ones

own making

...

A Contrary Opinion

Let's all lynch

Miranda Devine

she doesn't

agree with me

She's got ideas

that suffering

can be fixed

by cutting down a tree

Let's all hate

Miranda Devine

run her over

with a bus

She's committed

the deadly sin

she doesn't agree

with us

I see stupid people.

...

No Spares

purposed

fused

pared back

@ home

hard/annealed

sharp edged

clean

no spares

...

Untitled

sick red sun

lears thru

sour smoke

glows weakly

on the ashes

of my bones

...

The Cleave

what does it mean?

like the point of a pen

how does it feel?

whatever it speaks to your heart

...

The Cult of the Move

complete commitment
coil launch no alternate plan
stretch grasp/gasp attain

inspired by one single impression - prompt #50 "movement"

...

Twitter Collaboration 3 - Intervals

NancyBoi:   push flesh hard/er

endurogirl:  pulse and pressure interrupted 

                     recoupled looped forward again

NancyBoi:   straining sinew, bone and will

endurogirl:  the pause, respite but no recovery

NancyBoi:   control/breath, heart, legs

endurogirl:  sweat on lips rasping for the final finish

NancyBoi:   exploding the last drop of intent

endurogirl:  and desire

...

Loss

such loss

comes heavy

when borne

on such love

can it be loss

when filled so?

or a new step

in our shared journey

...

Tree

my crumpled

sleeping form

lies beneath

your cool leaves

fingers

of your roots

wrap and hold me

to the earth

breathing

new life

into my powdered

bones

safe

from falling

into the 

sky

...

slowly

trembling finger

soft-haltingly

traces the arc

of thy cheek

to rest at

the locus

swirl of hair

at your temple

eyes meet

aeons expire

civilisations burn

mighty suns collapse

under their own

gravity

Not really inspired at all by One Single Impression prompt #49 - Slowly

...

untitled

our words

touch lightly

in eternity

and change the world

for

ever

...

Tic Toc

rushes through

the bones

of my fingers

blasting flesh

with

relentless rage

i, fever-set

try to contain

save/savour/saviour

one moment

comes and stays

still

Inspired by one single impression - If Only I Had Time

...

Burn

i burn

on a

bonfire

fueled by

the

immeasurable

forest of

your words

...

heatdevils- Twitter Collaboration II - Reborn

step wisely from my sunbrowned shell

and draw me

from arms length

to you

fingertrace your heatdevil curse

in wet rivulets

across my back

respite me, saltlicked 

from powderboned sins

fullhung

with clouds of 

wanting

against the rhythms of

heatborn blues

reworked marvelously by L

...

heatdevils - Twitter Collaboration II

NancyBoi held down by the weight of thud-laden heat

endurogirl fires my will into the open season

NancyBoi fries and seasons my soul

endurogirl burning heaven from hell

NancyBoi bakes my briny skin wet

endurogirl against the rhythms of heatborn blues

NancyBoi smokey/dripping deep blue blues

endurogirl shimmered heavy from an orpheus sky

NancyBoi fullhung with clouds of wanting

endurogirl respite, saltlicked from my powderdried bones

NancyBoi makes damp rivulets down my spine

endurogirl fingertraces of heatdevil curses

NancyBoi draw stepwise across my sun-browned shell

endurogirl to armslength grasp then gone

NancyBoi in wisps of heat-hazed steam

...

fantasy

geisha

lady

thinker

whore

wordwhorse

athlete

lover

more,

princess

student

lioness

wild

teacher

writer

innocent

child

...

preparation

how do i

prepare

to have the flesh

flayed from my body

by the sun?

how do i

prepare

to make it hurt

and keep on

hurting?

falling

between intention

and ignition

lies but

moment

in that moment

lies life

and death

make that hold

dyno that move

shread that finger

pop that pro

deck out

check out

...

work up

between intention

and ignition

lies an eternity of regret

hours of pain

doubt

sweat

puting my name

on the form

is easy

rolling to

the start line

takes guts

...

Glitter & Mangoes

reconcilliation of ideas

is only hard

if i try

to

     hold-on

to 

     them

but those mangoes

are so damn slippery

the juice sticks

glitter everywhere

i leave

little

stickery

glitterley

trails

wherever

my mind

stray-liberates

...

Mind

   

your absent scent

fills my spine

spins my head

your words

resonate

with my soul

your ideas

create new life

from dust on my shoes

you touch

my most secret

erotic place

...

What Else?

my 

sweat tastes salty

skin smells of the dirt

hand feels rough

hair looks blonde

voice sounds gentle

what else am i?

fisher

in tear-rusted chains

i smoulder

hot

slow

beneath the hulking

sulking bridge

a bite

i pull one in

he's easy

too easy

my tongue

wraps his cock

my smoke circles

the bridge pylon

swallows the sun

he fills my

aching sex

fails to touch

my soul

i throw him back

With apologies to L for the stolen ideas.

...

Twitter Collaboration - rustkiss

endurogirl: i am splashlicked in rust

NancyBoi: it soft-patterns my iron plates

endurogirl: and I am griddled by your kisses

NancyBoi: and held up by your brown flaking arms

endurogirl: i am stained in your skin

NancyBoi: by the tears of wisdom

endurogirl: soulsweated from mossy buddhas 

NancyBoi: stroked by fingers of regret 

...

futile tears

my tears fail

to rust away

barbed wire

holding me down

...

Knife

a knife to my heart

sharper than any scalpel

more acurate

than any surgeon

i choose to dance

your fine edge

a dance of impossible

fool-hardy balance

in this dance

i discover who i am

partner you

in your journey

together we

fly/weep

curse/fuck

live

...

Torch

Lord almighty

I feel my temperature rising

Higher higher

It's burning through to my soul

Earlier this week I wrote about riding my bike on a hot summer day.  Yesterday it became real. We had the first really hot day for this summer.  I rode 50km home into a hot head wind in 37C. (That's 99F).  I pushed REALLY hard.

Girl, girl, girl

You gonna set me on fire

My brain is flaming

I don't know which way to go

soul annealed 

with the fire of Hell's Gate

skull aflame

i push on to my destiny

Your kisses lift me higher

Like the sweet song of a choir

You light my morning sky

With burning love

pain of 1000 white hot needles

nails me

hair hurts

like ecstacy

Ooh, ooh, ooh,

I feel my temperature rising

Help me I'm flaming

I must be a hundred and nine

Burning, burning, burning

And nothing can cool me

I just might turn into smoke

But I feel fine

salt tide in my shirt

bears witness to my pain

celebrates my joy

fills me with life

appologies to Dennis Linde for trashing Burnin Love

...

Blaze

cicadas roar through the still morning

heat already smearing the horizon

it's easy now to let rip

mercury climbs

mountain looms

spirit hardens

pedals spin to the bush's throb

sweat/spine/eyes

icarus climbs too close to the sun

salt crusted

gasping/broken

i fall

prompted by one single impression

...

holding/letting go

When I'm feeling creative everything is bigger, brighter, more wonderful. The sky is a more particular blue, the must of the earth lingers in my nostrils, the fat man on the tram stinks more and a womans sweat smells irresistible.

It's a little like the first throes of passion when falling in love. The thing is to embrace this heightened state of sensing the world without what Buddhism refers to as grasping. It's a bit like the thing you see out of the corner of your eye, yet when you look directly at it, it's gone.

At first it's fairly simple, I just let myself be carried by the muse, just as it's simple to fall in love. As I wish to refine the direction, strengthen the relationship, build on the inspiration, it's easy to grasp or just let go.

The trick is to walk the cliff's edge, neither clinging to the precipice or throwing myself into the abyss. Just being at one with the feeling of continual adjustment and near calamity.

common sense would urge
caution to avoid a fall/
plunge in?
do both and neither in unison

...

Little Steps

This journal is to mine and chart the deep flows of words and ideas within. No pressure here to do anything but drag stuff out. Be prepared for bad poetry, awful prose and stream of consciousness meanderings. Self indulgence, flights of fancy, exaggeration and outright fabrication will abound.

Hopefully I'll share and little light. I use ideas to push back the darkness, sometimes by exploring it.

What makes you feel is ok, ignore the rest.

your white light assails
my flesh with scalpel accuracy

each moment under your spell
becomes fluid motion

through your eyes
i see myself becoming real