Nurturing the invisible wounds

She has a big laugh and a bright strut that turned outwards. These are strong  bones they say; but there are  other thoughts that struggle with the night, like mutinous sailors with invisble shanks. Sharp hands in  Rough seas,treacherous deeps where  raggedy ships  lose  their  moorings  on the cut of  wrecking decks and razzored wire, as all points bury to the  break.  MB

Halitosis

Maudlin and maithering, oblique hands intrude and separate; the press of oppress  as a new  hope moves from joy to  indifferent wanderings in a brave new year. He blocks my breath and rapes my joy. Oh the malignant pea-cockery of  this malevolent  boy. MB

Get me out of here

Stress points erupting in work non-bliss as the joyful positive of a new year looks on.











© MB

Audit atomic, halitosis and other things

Lines one does not cross, rough passage and sharp cuts,
the bruising kind admired from a distance, like the last connect with regret between it’s  legs.
My friendly executioner; bloody deep in movements that must never be. Friends and has-beens that pass and meet. MB