ink seeps in

feeling the light slipping in
teasing the shadows
leaving me hidden in the corner
bathed in shade
black and white
absence of grey
I felt this morning a sense of laying against you back.... head to toe.... under the sheets
just the sense of skin
and pulse
it was a close and satisfying feeling
the simplicity of a touch with no demands
as though, if I lay there long enough with you
I would watch the lines of your tattoos slide into me
the lines of ink extending, flowing, melting and reforming
knots from you into me
against your back, skin to skin
the warmth, the resonance, the taste
laying on top of me
we are both straight, touching
arms and legs together
face to face
lips inches away, eyes looking into each others

ink seeps in
disassembled, reassembled
over unending
metamorphoses

sculpted in the semblances of a spiral
downward rush of carved elations
smooth in abstract
cool beneath a kiss

touch, feel, flesh, pulse, real

ink seeps in
pools and evaporates
becoming
veiled insanities.

sip a cup of ripples
a shiver in the throat
yearning claws a gouge
into opacity.

pierced, piece by piece, unforced.

©lesservoice2009

fuzzy noise

The evasive elusive
sleep of sleep
evading me
eluding all attempts
to close my mind
to the whirrs and clicks
of fears and ticks
and avalanche
of thoughts
all uncontrolled
and random
gripping
slipping into angst
ripping any chance
with dreams unheeded.

Staring
at the ceiling
listening
nothing on the outside
turbulence inside resides
demanding
withstanding all attempts
to flick the switch
and turn to off
this fuzzy noise
too loud to hear
but always here
wanting
wanting
needing
flaunting.

The abrasive embracive
a tantrum abusive
a scream unrelenting
not restive.

©robertgreig2009

impending ominous

Flagrant fragrance
descending
storm intending
omens merging ominous
a frisson fusion
in air confusion
ripples affecting
unseen
a taste, a sense, an intuit
a scent, a closing close
a fall
into a stillness
til everything
stops
awaiting exhalation
impending patination
droplets scatter patterns
humid passions
inborn machinations
undeterred
a calm becomes
a hint becomes
collisions of a rage
releasing
earnest revealing
of sweat of blood
of purity
relief.

©robertgreig2009

covert collisions

After the cacophony

a quiet

a void

a leftover silence

after the violence

and exhaustion

the lessening of

a temporary death

a missing breath

a pause

remains of the fray

a rush

now hushed

unconditional

complete surrender

a fade descended

gone to ground

lack of sound

a pause

stem the flow

unborn

still-born

covert collisions

coveting space

drop of a pin

submission replete

a resonance.

©lesservoice2009

landmine

Sitting on a landmine
of exhaustion
waiting for the quiet
explosion.

It’s like never wanting
to move again
never daring
to breathe for fear
of not unfolding
from the breath.

A glass of whisky
slips away
the effort of thought
soft fade.

Muscles strain to hold
these fingers
held by hands
in scraping scraps
of scribblings
from random truths.

Tiny dreams
of ruins leave me sallow
fallow ground
where no steps impose
from which no sound evolves.

Straying from survival
bound in knots and whispers.

©lesservoice2009

layer fake

Makes sense
of all this
how we complicate
de-simplify
spread layer upon layer
mystify.

No movement
circles wide
but random change
waverings
and weaving too to fro
embellishings.

Bury me
in granular addictions
doesn’t matter if I need it
it’s the fact that I can have it
only then I wonder why
too late the hero
cannot breathe.

And still
I cast another net
and still
I smother and regret.

No room
for error or remorse
if it all came crashing down
I may be covered by the debris
weight emphatic
dust of air
and strewn.

©robertgreig2009

burbot&turbot

The Burbot and Turbot

went to town

which was odd for a fish

as they’re not often found on the ground

unless it’s too Venice

with snakes of canals

where they wouldn’t indeed never drown.

©lesservoice2009