A Favour of Sleep

Get me a bed

Make it fit for a peasant

To rest head

And weary soul. No 'stead

Is necessary

For this dilapidated sleep

Candidate is steady

On back, or front, or side.

As long as bed

Resides in the dry

And dark, away from stars

And cheery Moon

With her full intent to

Make me 'bey

Lead me now to slumber

I succumb.  Surrender

My thoughts

Remove them with my dusty

Clothes and timeless watch

And dreamlessly

Collapse.

No chance perhaps of

Cover? To blanket out

The stray ramblings 

That still wander aimlessly

Through the fields of thoughts

Like lost sheep.

Counting them never did release

The sleep

Instead it lead to more

Pointless counting 

And thinking

And rambling

And -

Dear God if sleep keeps a man sane

Then mad me not!

For simply sleep is my calling...

Not eternal. Just till dusk

Is dawning and shaking off night,

Carelessly sprinkling his dew

While pulling on morning.

No other mourning is required this night

Thank you Oh Creator.

And with eyes heavy with sleep

I bequest You

Forgive this demanding peasant

Who till now has done nothing

But ask favour.

At las-

Half has never been told

Luna light was shining at crescent mask

Hiding half the truth of nights intent

Stars feed the sky with ferocious force

As did his thrusts into her womb embed

She complied to his pleasure bent

With legs astride and soul in shards

And as Luna gave way to Ray to lend

Him sky, he too shone with strength at half

Instead precipitous clouds brought forth

The means to fertilise the seed now sown

Although her heart was closed while he forked

Her soil (and soiled her thoughts with his own)

She was open now to bear the fruit when grown

And as the day evolved and rain and tears 

Stopped their flow, then rude awakenings

Forced flower buds to shoot and appear,

The blossom scent was missing, taken

By the many curses whispered into heaven’s ear

When day and night eclipsed and brought another him back

To her with the same half truth of wholesome love

She knew her fate was sealed and steeled her lack

Of trust for him’s against her magnitude of sheer bad luck

Again the nightly whispers of one sided lust

Filled half the air, whilst the remaining half was divided

Into stifled tears and silent prayers of “God please stop

This nightly torture, stop breath, stop spirits colliding

Bring this writhing of unholy union to an end. God please stop –“

And on and on went prayer, silence, moaning, whispers

Until eventually the sky was immersed in stars

And fruit of the womb too bruised to cope these half pleasures

Was returned to earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Half her life was over, or so it seemed.  Not from a want of

Half measures and nightly pleasures to him, half moons

And precipitous skies.  No child will bless the caverns

Of a barren woman who sold her soul to pay for a room

A bed and rocks to fill her head and veins with a star filled night of lies.

Sniper Pen

I’ve been in dormant await

My pen posed in a permanent state

Of readiness

Like the finesse of a sniper

Under heavy overgrowth

Of words.  The longest

Silent sentence I ever wrote. You never heard

Me watching you.  Reading you.

Listening to

Your moody blues

Reinterpreting your moves.

Got you in the crosshair

Of my viewfinder

Target on lock

Single blue dot

On the chest of your page

Waiting to engage in

Literary battle.

Hear your pen rattle

Out scant thoughts

Sssshhhhhh.  I don’t want to 

Compromise my hiding position

Be on alert.  Listen.

Heard you whispering my name

Thought I’d lost my game

Laughing at me from the shadows

Hoping I wouldn’t step back into the jungle.

Well the jokes on you Jack!

Cos I’m BACK! You ain’t seen nothing yet

Better protect your similies

And metaphors

Before my scatter gun approach

Leaves you breathless. Choked.

Flaying arms like a semaphore 

Flag. Count to 10 while you grab

Your wordproof coat and your inferred pen.

Got a perfect aim

So run now.  Don’t make me maim

Or kill you

Want to just stun

With my wordplay gun

Set you pelting through

The poetry jungle

Panting.  Blinded. Humbled.

Constantly looking over shoulders

See if I’m catching up some how

You’re numb now.

Make you question your identity

Wondering who sent me

Wasn’t a Prime Ministers call

To this word-army

I came of my volition 

Following my own mission

Bringing a coupe

Knock you down in one fell swoop -

Freeze…

Camouflaged behind trees.

I breath.

Sniper pen on grid lock

Ink trigger on cock.

New vocabulary loaded to inspire.

Ready. Aim. More FYRE!