Polar signs

We are nebulae painted in the arrogant imagination of the artistic astronomer.
We are stripes mitred into geometric puzzles by the enthusiastic textile designer.
We are the product of a god that is omnipresent yet anon.
We are the mellifluous violins in the rendition of Pachabel Canon.
We are the synaesthesia when astrology meets psylocybin.
You are a Uranian blue, I am a silver-green moon, we are arcing in a universal dustbin.
We are monochrome rainbows that masquerade as Mobius strips.
We are a trillion inches apart, yet when I close my eyes, it is not my own heartbeat that within me whips.

Happy Birthday my darling V.

I love you

I {chatoyance of a tiger eye} you
I {opening notes of Don't Think About Elephants} you
I {8 bit music meets a neon pixel dream} you
I {aurora borealis} you
I {bio-luminescent firefly} you
I {Anjuna} you
I {imli candy} you
I {TetraHydroCannabinol} you
I {sensory overload} you
I {B-complex supplements*} you
I {GoPro video} you







*with 75 mg Vit C per serving

Waste

He hid behind the mask
Of prosaic normality
When all that he wanted
Was verbose absurdity

The words flew in
The thoughts flew out
The backlash hurt
So he'd shoot up and lash out

Immature aspirations
Gilded his memories
Sharpening semicolons
Darkening apostrophes

He wanted to belch
All he did is breathe
The wave of opinion crashed
And so did he

Multiple Choice Questions

Dream I did of the safe happy life.
Joy unbound, no war and no strife.
Live it I did, for so many years.
Bored I did get, without the miasma of fears.

She asked me for more.
I suppressed the moan to a whimper.
I wanted to feel alive.
But chose to alienate her.

Complaints, restraints.
Laments, constraints.
I fought, I brought,
Shackled hate.

Can't take the ennui anymore.
Can't take the neural traffic jam.
Don't want to spend my old age.
Dreaming of marmalade while surviving on jam.

Sinew

She's not strong/She's ugly
She's fragile/She's manly
She's breakable/She's on steroids

You fight between beauty and brawn
You swing between pulchritude and prowess
You see-saw between sexy and strong

You are your source of dopamine
You are what you choose to tear and build
You are not what they expect you to be

Between mascara and machines
Between teapots and ketllebells
Between stilettos and supersets

Wield your weapons wisely
Test your talismans tentatively
Concuss your chassis consciously

Lovers and friends and opinions will come and go
External perceptions of beauty will mutate and ferment
Your internal compass is yours to tune, try and torture