Questioning the Process

An ocean of rampant burning flames

Surging towards mountains & erupting volcanoes

This is the vibrant meditation, driven

An oscillation of madness before calm

Witnessed by the ringing, the constant racket

The head filled with nothing but echoes

Where in an instant peace may settle

Brought on, by the flowers watered fragrance

The day set out, with the hopes of her eternity

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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First Cigarette

It is that morning

One photograph

Makes me say

It’s Saturday

Time to start writing

To pour out the thoughts

Such as, with all the positive spin

You still find inherent negativity

If someone says: “you can be better”

Does it mean you aren’t already

I thought of how my friend

Spoke of his euphoric vacation

With his family from the past

I could use it, in such a story of the idyll

A spot to aim for if you are feeling down

Yet it is lost; it is gone, left purely as nostalgia

Though even to think of that nothingness

Knowing you never quite reached there

As you take a cup of tea to the bedroom

An offering, that might also disturb her

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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Aloft

Light of lava lamp
Plucked strings of romantic lute
Know that sleep is some time away

Hold the sense of tranquility
Reach out to pasts and futures
Calm rivers to moonlit skies

Find that niche life of stabilisation
Offered with confidence to others
Cathartically through zillions of words

Take a mindful reconciliation
Bedevelled by that dash of colour
A reflection, of her once inferred beauty

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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All Sorts Besides Money

She has no need of work

No desire to earn or chase a score

She lives on Day-Glo placebo’s

& uptown chunky bores

She drinks the most expensive vino

& smokes silky, filter tip cigarettes

It’s not that she’s not with us

Rather that she’s loosened off her debts

She’s off to the Dominican republic

With her favourite of the season, he’s

Charted a yacht, setting sail at midnight

She, he says, is the only reason

She says that she will miss you

He says he will miss you too

She waves her swish goodbyes

He turns away, as her lovers often do

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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Founded

Sure white

Poplin cotton shirt

Purposefully faded

Light blue denim jeans

Saturday morning

Strolling to the library

& looking back;

There was a certainty

How good it all felt

How right it all was

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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