en masse

this faze
this euphoria
this crazed girl
dancing along a string

this haze
this utopia
this hurly-burl
such a pretty thing

this maze
this dystopia
this foul unfurl
losing everything

these days
these collosia
to hide and curl
or stand and sing

vendettas

?! that was weird.
and now....help, what have i done?

for walking

i wear boots!
and they make me feel tall
so i can stride down the street
and not feel so very small

leave

oh! this breaks my heart, because
i love what i do

i've discovered

....that when i get really excited, or worried, or i want something lots and lots and lots, my vision gets slightly blurry. not enough to make me blind, just.....unfocused. tres weird. ironic too...cause those sorts of things are usually very um, focussing.

trickle

let me
crouch in the cooling water
while the light drips
over the windowsill, tripping
the shades of fantastic
between tasting tin and the ecstasy of inside apart.

wild swans

The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine and fifty swans.

The nineteenth Autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.

I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.

Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold,
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.

But now they drift on the still water
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake’s edge or pool
Delight men’s eyes, when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?

recoil

recoil
v.
To jerk backward, as a gun upon firing: rebound. To draw away involuntarily, usually out of fear or disgust: blench, cringe, flinch, quail, shrink, shy, start, wince.
n.
An act of drawing back in an involuntary or instinctive fashion, in alarm or horror:cringe, flinch, shrink, wince.
Also n.
The backward action of a firearm upon firing.

In most small arms, the force of the recoil is absorbed by the body of the shooter.

shiny ghost

i wear my grandmother's wedding ring
if i forget to i
can still feel the
ghost of it
curling round my finger
i remember...her hands, so well.
hands, hair and smile.
some days it seems to shine more brightly than others.

jumping jacks

...what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the tools and vassals of rich men behind the scenes. We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men.

chord

there's a girl playing piano in the theatre behind my office today.
she's good.
oh, sometimes i miss playing so much that it aches.

fiend

This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet; he begins at curfew, and walks till the first cock; he gives the web and the pin, squints the eye, and makes the hare-lip; mildews the white wheat, and hurts the poor creature of earth.