Category: Poetry and Prose

Salt Lines

(A Collab with Bree)

The train tracks line the destination to a constrained world 
where girls in the workplace forever speak of Prince Charming 
On the platform, the cross of reality and illusion 
she sits in the cold with The Price of Salt on her lap
Her curls fall casually teasing her cherry lips
My world explodes like the stars in the Milky Way
I wonder if 
her soft lips could melt my anxious desire into strawberry kisses
I picture her elegant fingers bringing fireworks in all my secret places

She raises her brown eyes across the tracks
enchanting smile lighting up the air between us
Trains rattle 
daring to disturb the line between us
Before she disappears from view 
Her lips mouth words I can already taste on my tongue… 
‘Find me’
and with a flash of steel and glass
I am undone

#cassaquote – 48

Money is the best way to eliminate friends.

Bubble Sky

Outside my window pane

There is a bubble filled sky

Perfect for a dreamer like me

Lock myself in a winter hut

Walking in the Scotland rain

Retreat

Wet with the nippy April rain

Wade through the forest of blue gums

Nature’s offer feeding the rowdy musk lorikeets

Bubbly green, blue, yellow and red feathers

Cheering me on this journey of avoidance

Escape from being buried in the world ‘s clutter

Deep moss and towering gums

My shelter and refuge

Beauty in The Falling

Our dreams have fallen at some point. It bruises us. Dreams get buried and forgotten most of the time. Occasionally, something picks them back up like the wind blows the fallen leaves, they take fly again and reveal once more how beautiful and enticing they once were before they touched the ground and got trampled on.

Autumn Is Eatable

I taste the autumn colours

The crisp of lime

The zest of lemon

The sweetness of peach

The uncertainty of tangerine

And the unexpected quietness of dragon fruit

Living on Struggle Street

It’s a day

Without the sun

Slippery wet

Smells mould

My chest

Screams fear

Of another attack

The soup kitchen

Is five blocks away

I rather battle

Stomach acid

Than the cold

My baby’s looking at me

Wide eyed and whining

It sucks

To be poor

Sick

And a dog owner

Simple But Impossible

In my dream

We grow old together

You bring me a cup of tea with trembling hands

I ask you to go for a walk with me

And you still say no

Changeable

Sometimes memories stay anew like pure quartz while other times are like crumbling sand

Desire

The autumn wind combs the sunlight into golden locks

Resting on his heaving chest from a satisfying afternoon nap

Her chestnut eyes crackling in the fire of longing

Such desire, too wild to tame