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