I Wonder What We Leave

Ruby red and shining.
The wrapper
Slowly twisting.
Till the crystal
Inside shows.

Dark grey and fading.
An echo the only
Companion.
In this grave
Of a building. 
I call home.

Puzzling over
The only treasure left.
A small sweet
Smelling jewel. 
In this shining wrap.

My gift
From ages past.

The Army Of Years

An army
Is marching upon me.
While I wait.
Hiding.
Surrounded by
Blisteringly loud,
Breathing.

Their steps.
In
Time.
In
Time.
Are getting closer.

There is nothing,
To do now.
Deceit was my friend.
But he gave me away.
And I ran.
Pointlessly.

Their steps.
In time.
In time.
Faster.
Are nearly here.

And I am one.
Against them all.

Intime.
Intime.
Here.

It’s Always The Thing You Know You Don’t

My blind spot.
Is getting bigger.
These days.
As more seems
To pass by.
In the dark and
Carried on
Unknown rapid
Waters.
Causing swirling
Eddies,
And crushing mudslides.
While new rivers form.
All around.
Leaving me
Stranded.
Without even
The first clue.
Until I turn.
Too slow.
And the blind
Spot
Clears.

The Spirit Eater

As the smoke
Danced through
Yellow teeth.
I smiled
To see the
Shapes they made.

The figures that
Span and fell.
Animals fled and
Pranced.
All
With just a
Tar clad grin.

And still I remember
Them now.
Writhing in those
Dark gaps. 
Many years
Passed. 

Realising. 
Finally. 
They were
Never
smoke.

I Momentarily Lost My Place

On a strange breeze.
A kind of spice.
Is in the air.
And something.
Is different today.

A haze.
All speckled.
It settles.
Across empty streets.
While the red gold sun. 
Sets alone.

And just for once.
A rest is here.
As we all forget.
To step outside.

Yes.

Something.
Is different. 
Today.