The Ergonomic Limousine

This was inspired by a comment from my new friend Stella… This feels like a first draft more than a finished piece, but hope you like it 🙂

The ergonomic limousine
Pulls up at my door
Past the half-graffiti
And blood stains on the floor

I sprint out of the house,
And rush out to the street
All my problems melt away
Once I settle in the seat

The limousine purrs along
No destination set
We don’t know where we’re going
Because we haven’t thought it yet

Daydreams drift and dare us
Taking on life of their own
A hundred places rumble by
As casually we roam

From beach up to the bedroom
And later back again
Cruising down canals
Rough-riding on the train

Swooping ‘cross the sky
Climbing mountains on the moon
Exploring distant galaxies
And back for tea at noon

The ergonomic limousine
Swallows me up whole
Together we go everywhere
As it feeds upon my soul

 

Picture credit: flickr.com/photos/pixonomy/5396831353

 

 

The Depth of Skin (poem)

We all know that beauty’s only skin deep,
But sometimes – SOMETIMES – it smacks you in the face.
Demands attention.
Full attention.

Your eyes lock on, your tongue lolls low
Your heart beats that little bit faster.
Faster.
Faster.

You see her standing at the bar and your ego goes on autopilot
As your doubt dives for the door.
“Can I buy you a drink?” you say, as dashing and bold and unlike your normal self as that time you asked out Lucy Zeilinski at the football club social.

This beauty at the bar, the most beautiful by far,
With divine, picture-perfect porcelain skin,
A face to launch a shedful of ships,
Long legs, shapely hips
Easy smile upon her face,
Radiating easy grace.

She quacks.

You laugh deeply.

Beauty AND fun.

You think you’re in love.
Is this what it feels like to meet the one?

Faster. Faster.

Scenes flash by:
Passionate courtship
Exchanging vows
Holding her hand as the twins are born,
Giving your daughter away in a stylish society wedding as your wife, your beautiful, beautiful wife, smiles on with doe eyes as loved up as they were in this moment of meeting, when two particles met in the cold vastness of an empty universe and bonded instantly, feted by the stars, lauded by the poets, the greatest, most beautiful love, enduring through the ages, as smooth, taut skin sags and wrinkles, hand-in-hand, together, through all life’s seasons.

Then she quacks again. QUACK!

Doubt comes running back, accompanied by its bosom buddies, self-loathing and self-pity, and I flee as awkwardly and rudely, as Lucy Zeilinski at the football club social.

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Away (poem)

There is a weekly poetry prompt here – http://maraeastern.com/2015/06/08/poetry-101-rehab-away/ . This week’s prompt word is “away”. This is the first time I’ve submitted a poem here, but the prompt word sparked something off in me almost straight away, so I couldn’t resist! It inspired a Lewis Carroll-style bout of daydreaming… hope you enjoy.

Away
Away from the bustle
Swinging through the trees
Chasing silly silverbacks
And cheeky chimpanzees

Away with the fairies
Up, off and away
Surfing midnight waves
On a silver breakfast tray

Away from all this
Soaring so high
Catching candy floss clouds
In a mackerel sky

Away from peeking eyes
Deep in a cave
Slaying the shadow spider
Feeling so brave

Led in the meadow
Feet in the stream
Not doing much,
But living the dream