Deep-denim merges
long, muffled shrieks and
never ending film,
that rumble through the gut.
The churn and pebble -
a reality becoming numb,
when red-blackened puddles
ripple, silver coated rings.
Where stars are cradled as
if they were newly born.

Wonted little sods –
like startled tawny-bats
glaring ominously
through open searing cuts.
Their momentary wane -
before swooping for the exit,
hovering her dingy and
forever consoling cavern.

The place
where stale and fresh collide
and forbidden dwe… Continue

Light disguised in pursuit of visions of night,
crimson sky rides into the trials of looming night.

Storm clouds gathering together in mourning
Outside shroud the breathless sighs of night.

The wind blows in the scent of fresh linen
Thunder echoes inside the silence of night.

The thunder drums one beat, together in unison,
Calling, a summons to the presence of night.

In each flash of insight mind escapes into
the nearness of the inner landscapes of night.

This burgundy wine, blushing from a… Continue

A monster, his eyes ablaze.
Fire in his heart, tearing it away.
Now is the time, he spits.
Take pleasure with who we slay.

Hacking at honor,
Its all just a cough of blood now.
Chilling thoughts,
Piercing sick minds with a growl.

Again and again are waves of hatred,
Consuming his soul,
Rewriting the roles.

Its only a matter of time, before he cracks.

His family, his home, all gone.
No more will he see the honor.
No more will he feel her love
Or the taste of a kiss....

He is now this.
This ro… Continue

Hanging,

suspended
in mid-air

between here
and elsewhere,

The echo
of the bell,

swells

with a sound
that resounds.

Resonating,

it intones
image shaped words,
carved out of stone,

gathering together,

inside
the ocean
of mind.

Invoking
wisps of
Smoke,

thoughts caught
in motion,

clouds of emotion
drifting by.

The ocean eats them one by one, their lungs replaced by salty waters, like knives in their throats.
All of them fall down, down, into liquid darkness.
Never again seeing the light of day, never again sailing on their beloved, which sinks gracefully beside them.
News of the deaths of those aboard this legend is going to travel swiftly, like a gull in the warmest season.

One sailor is plagued by his past as he sinks, almost unconscious, barely hanging on to his thoughts, his breath.

He gulps for… Continue

Art water colour by Edwina E du Casse.(c).2008.


Pouncer Of The Dark.
By Edwina E du Casse. (c) 8/11/09.

Your prey,
Is un-suspecting
As you stalk,
Crawl on all fours,
Belly close to the dirt,
Watching, waiting
Ever tense
On edge
Every muscle alert,
Waiting to devour,
Demolish
In shadows of dar… Continue

Platonic dreams,
Phosphorescent themes,
Interwoven absurdities,

Illusion’s dissonance,
Lost innocence,

Ongoing conflict between
Hope and reality.

Alien nation,

Down in the
Subway station,

Underground.

Saucy aromas
Turn into
tunnel musk.

A lone
Saxophone
Seeks
lost souls.

Notes
passage of time
both
day and night.

Shades of blue,
A painted tune,
shimmers into
solitude.

Off-key
with the beat

of
tapping
feet.

Seamless
and momentous.
The eventful small passages,
turn and wave
on ever shifting tips.
Tidal whites peak -
to gingerly nudge
and swirl the silt
circling, gushing
the sandy laid rock.

Subtle
and unfinished.
Glimpses
to savour, pieces -
loosely sewn-in.
For never forgetting -
the final tailoring.
When all - will gather
and finally, unfold.


©A2Kdavis 2009.

I stand and sing Aquarius
to the anxious crowd
all seated and looking at me.
"Harmony and understanding
Sympathy and trust
abounding.
No more falsehoods or
derisions.
Mystic crystal revelation
And the minds true liberation
Aquarius."
Yet all I see is myself forty years hence
in a pool glutted by gre… Continue

The discordant drum beats
with a salient saxaphone scream.
A clock chimes nine minutes until 12.
Loneliness, a married mans dream,
and a single mans hell, delving
deep into the depths of self.

Consciousness, a praxis on the axis
of future, past and presence, in practice
with the process, clearing the skeletons
out of the closet with a musical deposit.

A Buddhist cowboy pursued
by the rudeness of solitude,
amusing the muse with a soulful tune.

No one here, just mere ghosts
imprisoned by a refl… Continue