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

quaking still

Still

I lay here

still

and unassuming

listless

unpresuming.

Disregarding fears

slipping bindings kiss

leaving burns

on swollen wrists.

Ache

interminable

awake

and fearful

shapeless

of things to come.

Back of my mind

a timorous beast

skulks and cowers

faith unreleased.

Flowers die by day

they wilt and wither

some to seed

quaking grass, a quiver.

Stones

heavy press

a stone

collect and keep

gathering

and yearn to sleep.

Another missing person

wallows undisturbed

questions never offer

answers heard.

©robertgreig2009

wreaths

faith collisions
imparting shrapnel
extensive maximum... damage control
click,
click...
peeling shadows
off the pavement.

blunt incision
incisive decisions
deflated egos… approximate
fight
flight
right to breathe
polluted air.

stealth collusion
intruding necessary
refusing antidote.. sanitise
prick
prick
anaesthetic compliments
pale reductive.

wreaths
laid in line
eliciting a frailty.

©lesservoice2009

emphatic blue

emphatic blue
the sum of nothing
a span from one horizon
eloquent and yielding in the calm.

empathic blue
the loss of grief
nothing in return is taken
from the eye that drinks belief.

empiric blue
with no demands
a sacrifice and offering
comfort, blame, in equal strands.

©robertgreig2009