Cowslips Horse

Sleep is refusing to sleep with me 

and death is ridickling my bones

My dreams it seems don't want to come out

and play with me (dreams are toyz – la la la)

looks like I'm all alone

Expanding in space 

becoming the gaps in between things 

like a projection 

floating growing infinitely driving into the 

soft blackness 

until the earth is a nodule of butter below 

A nob of salty butter 

Melting in a hotspot of creamy 

Expansion 

Detaching from the source 

Like perfume reeling 

Itself from your face

Life is a foreign language

I'm not meant to command it 

Music is better 

Than words anyway 

My muse is refusing to lick me 

Infuse me with catalysts 

Of feathers on breath 

How I long to be free of abjection 

This ripple is tight as a noose 

Deprave me and cut 

The cord loose 

How I long to belong to

The source 

Of diffusion 

Dispersal 

Refusing to yearn for

Executive shores

Where turtles bray 

And cowslips horse. 

11/08/17