Ash

When the tips
No longer sprout 
Leaves
And those clinging on
Curve upwards
Almost drawing
A blanket over
Itself
Means
It is dying
It is easier to bring
Down
A dying tree
Than a dead one
Like transferring her to the hospice
After we had transported her 
From her home
To my bedroom
And then
From the hospice
To the mortuary
To be burned
Amongst tears
And scattered memories 
Of a life
Voiced
By someone else
In my room
Clearing
Magazines
With half finished
Crosswords
And curling pages
I regret throwing out


Pyre

Purity
Rages
Its swollen scent

Sucks
Oxygen inwards
Along with terror

A procession
Of curtains
And burning eyes



Terrarium

A melting vortex
In the shape of understanding
A blind tear

Virulent
Energy blast
Claw scrapes
A cistern 

Spat in
Capped
Shaken

The fizz forms
After it stagnates
Repugnant
Ooze

Bubbles
Joy flicker
In the slime of
Transmutation

Dare you touch the glass?





Plush

A flying
Slug
Torpedoes
Glitter
Trails
Through a
Black
Eco-system
Will it hit?
Will it miss?
Will it be lost?
Will it even be first?



Flirt

Pheromones
Tangle in the air
Ejaculate
A liquid rain
In colour form
Invisible
Tangible
Yet free of fingers
Eyes
Trace
Lines
Minds 
Wish
To caress
Inside a black hole
A claw
Waits
For reckless
Forms
To eviscerate
Or smother
With
Pathogens