No Escape
They always take me to the darkest land and fill my head with thoughts that hurt, words bounce hard, bruising my insides leaving heavy, swollen questions. My daily battle with the fiends inside always losing before I wake, the nights so long, they crack me open seizing sleep as it tries to unwind. Days rummaging down worn paths calling answers that won’t stop running. They take me to the tormented land where only still minds find their way home.
How to See a Whale
They took the wrong path and we didn’t say. We held firm, as they dashed to the front, the rocking, rocking of lives left behind − a splash of success nearby. The clock drained as we waited, waited these legs couldn’t walk on a rocking boat, the silence dragged a doubt to us, still we watched, we waited, for it to come. Their smiles and pointing made us envious how they might witness such a thrill, the fear we’d miss out was all too real but we rocked, we waited, we waited. Too much concern, two stunned faces, from the dark the whale’s grey body rose, lay on the surface, its mass balanced − we saw luck lying below. We turned, we thought, we didn’t want to shout in case this giant changed its mind, we watched, we waited, we kept so quiet, they took the wrong path and we didn’t say.
You Won’t Stop Me
And when the mountain becomes too high to climb I will take out its insides and haul them down, I will leave the ground flat with a soft suspension and walk, and walk, and walk. And when the path is lined with hazards that trip I will claw them out and fill up your dustbins, I will leave the ground flat with a smooth polish and walk, and walk, and walk. And when the bushes reach out, try to grab my feet I will hack them all off and shred their sharp skins, I will leave the ground flat with an airy cushion and walk, and walk, and walk.
Flight of the dragonfly 