Day Four - The Cat Naps In Camp

The cold plastic material smell
Blotting out every other sense,
As the husk drips and sweats
With the dark breaths of night.

The tearing shudder
Throwing back the skin,
Dragging in the morning light
As it sniffs at this new day.

Jostling for freedom
The man is expelled,
As the day reaches for all it can:
Kissing, dewy, blissful white.

The air holds nothing of the night,
Only the smile is left:
This absurd world -
Stretching into the day

Like a lazy Chesshire Cat.

Kubus Only Tasted Good Because You Recommended It

The best thing I have ever known
Is seeing your smile
Blot out the summer sun.

The sweetest song that has ever been sung,
Flutters around my head
With every word you speak.

The closest to peace there ever was,
Is sitting by your side,
And the touch of your hand.

Without you, my life would go on;
Without the warm Summers breeze.
Without you the colours wont shine,
They wont paint pictures
In the Autumn leaves.

Without you a smile uses muscles,
To counteract a frown.
With you, I hardly noticed;
But it was always around.

If only time could stop,
Then I could win your heart.

You don't love me
And probably never will.
I wanted to tell you how you make me feel.
To show you.
I could never do that.  I love you too much.

The best thing I have ever known
Is standing in your smile.
Though it is all it might ever be

I just can't stop.
I can't stop loving the birds, the littlest insects, people as the pass me by,
The leaves, and the trees, the sun, wind, the rain;
The night, the day, food;
Every little problem in my life, every success,
Every time I think it is the end.

It shines on in pure blissful knowledge.
It shines because you make it shine.

The best thing I have ever know
Is you.

So Pitiful

I liked to think I wasn't alone;
But even my own reflection wont look at me.
I cried the other night,
Only to find myself
Mocking and laughing
At the idiot that I was.
I find myself
Just barely tolerating
My feeble body and weak mind.
Shedding my skin
Like returning home after a winter walk;
One that involved much exertion.
I don't care much to think of myself,
I am not sure we even get on,
I'm happy this way.

When Only The Clouds Move

Don't be so sure,
It's as easy to say it wont snow tomorrow.
I feel the cold, can't you.
My limbs and extremities shook,
All I feel is numb.
Like ice, only not enough hair
To stand up to this.
A lot can happen before tomorrow.
Its getting cold as this day
Only grows short.
Where is everyone.
Time is ready to freeze
The blank sickness
Of the white sky,
And the tame frosted glass
Grass hills.
All still like a night illuminated;
I sit smudged across
A photo of warmth and awe,
In this frozen scene.
I burrow and dig,
I am long gone,
Frozen: just ice.
You'll come out in the thaw.

Broken Compass

Did you hear me call you,
When all beds had partners?
I was going to call on you;
But what would I say.
Nothing can make the time up.
Like those you really love,
Time: when you realise, its gone away.
I tried not to dream of you, last night,
When we slept, so far apart.
I heard your voice
Before I seen your face.
I never knew you, before;
I don't even know you now.
I search days, days,
People and faces,
Where is your congruency,
Just the negative
Sitting still like the photo,
Waiting for the light, my life,
Spinning in illegitimacy.

Epitaphs In Grey

The grey upon the grey,
In a grey night of grey,
Upon my grey white pillow.
My eyes grey to black.
Out of my grey sight
A little black grey figure
Rounds the grey white crest
Of my grey white pillow,
Sitting in the grey of night.
The little grey brown spider,
Seeing my eyes grey to black,
Scuttling fast across the grey white mass,
Into the black grey of my mouth.
I can't move in the grey night,
Upon my nest of grey white,
As the grey black sits heavy
On my grey flesh.
I feel the grey brown legs
Stopping on my maroon grey tongue,
Then scuttling down into the grey black gullet.
My body frozen in the grey of time,
In the grey night of grey:
A corpse of grey,
Lain upon a grey white grave
In the grey grey night.
The grey green light
Turns grey to black.

I Don't Mind

Sweet mind, little mind, or no mind at all;
I don't mind,
If you don't.
Just don't call, I can't be talked down;
I've been built up for the big fall.
I can't be talked to:
Talk to you, I wont.
Let us look at my chances,
And think about
The whole lot of nothing
That you can do.
Think about it and see,
Everything I say
Might be true;
Then again I might have lied,
At least you tried;
But seeing inside from outside
Is as hard as can be;
Don't you agree.

Say what you like;
Sweet mind, little mind,
I don't mind at all.