Thought from the Verge

Thread me a moon
Through your ear
To my heart
Booming – that irregular
Jump – start tune.

Sink my flutter
Deep in the velvet
Depths of our kinned psyches,
Twinned by Chance
Across split wombs.

Crop my vagaries
Sage them trim.
With your sharp –
Wit – reason, order
My din into sound –
Bunked rhymes, chimes
Ringing, deft
In time.

Electric Dreams

Some thoughts came

Through in the night,

Shivers formed,

Fizzed through the

Limbs, chimed in

The guts. Round

The feet they sowed

Their seed, little

Saplings of thought

Too small to see

Their leaves and

Give them a name.