Tau

Into the caffeteria

walks an old man

too poor to retire

he goes to make instant coffee

frantically spooning 8 tablespoons of sugar

into his small plastic cup

muttering incoherently

he adds boiling water

the cup overflows

scalding his hand

sugary black liquid paints tau over the counter

as he strirs incessantly

he fumbles the spoon into the sink with a clank

as a young colleague resemblant of his son

looks at him with pitiful contempt –

it doesn’t register.

Haunted

The alarm sounds

a death scream

plummeting me

into a waking nightmare.

I brush my teeth

out of necessity

as a mosquito teases

my ear.

I glance in the mirror –

it fractures.

The voices begin

to antagonise.

I throw clothes over

my corpse.

I walk out the door

your ghost

haunting my shoulder –

today is a good day,

the weekend

will be worse.

Ego

The mind rests in mourning,

like soft mildew in the fog of winter.

Finally aware of the dark seed within it.

A seed which has sprouted, spread, and tangled throughout;

growing like a tumour;

a cancerous, malignant, destructive web of black;

tightening its grip around the mind –

in an attempt to defend the very thing of which it destroys.

The monstrous seed sits inconspicuously;

powerfully;

at the centre –

pulsating.

Conducting with ease the orchestra of its lifeless musicians.

Stare.

Stare at fear itself.

It does not want to die.

Die.

Die.

Die.

Sunset Meditation

 

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As I witness the most beautiful sunset I have ever experienced

I can’t help but ponder the stilling surreality of this magnificent planet.

The sky is filled with an amazing array of colour –

warm oranges and dark pinks morph into seductive shades of gold.

Streaks of light glow from the same pallet and twist

around mountainous cloud formations

that perfectly compliment the jagged landscapes with which they dance.

I dare not take a photograph

no man-made technology could ever hope

to reproduce something so profound

as this moment

which has arisen in my percept

as if it were gifted to me by my creator

intended to be experienced and never re-lived.

As I take in this incredible sight, I can’t help but contemplate

the seemingly uncanny perfection

of a beautiful life-harbouring planet

floating alone in a cold and desolate solar system.

It dawns on me that we Humans are living in Heaven

and we so often fail to recognise it.

Identity Lost

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A spider

beautiful, black, orange and sprawled –

sits at the centre of his well spun prism of steel strong web.

Invincible, like a king.

Consuming anything and everything that enters his selfish trap.

 

Spray, spray.

He seethes as the pesticide invades his being –

twitching, resisting, this cannot be.

Falling to the ground – broken, withered, bound;

death cries imminent.

Who am I?