The Strait of Kerch
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Galacticosm
Galacticosm
By David R J Sealey
Falling
an endless chasm yawns below me,
forming
a bright yellow platform draws me in,
incorporating
into a geared mechanism, a chain
climbing
to an emerald island suspended in the sky.
Onwards
hop down onto floating stone blocks
defying
the pull, drags me on to a gold coin
shining
glimmers and vanishes in my wake,
tumbling
into a star shaped halo, and away.
Landing
both feet first through fungal skull,
standing
in a corpse that disappears and crudely
dancing,
crushing sentient beings underfoot and
laughing
before jumping up and away, off the wall.
Leaping
out of a ragged hole above the clouds,
chancing
that they may hold my weight then
running
above the horizon; a ship appears,
pirates
of the blue skies making haste my way.
Firing
cannonballs tear towards me with a grin
finally
I find a flower that fans flames at my whim
timing
my jump and catching, I slide down the mast
unleashing
terrible balls that burn through decking boards.
Screaming
the great ship tumbles towards the ground
seeming
to freeze as I catch sight of a rooftop and leap
scheming
I slide down a green drainpipe, dropping through the
ceiling
into the boudoir of a scholarly mushroom.
The Visitor
The Visitor
by David R J Sealey
Slumbering, peaceful, a leg sticks out,
a foot upturned to reveal a sole
soft and clean, unblemished,
begging to be devoured…
Great tangled webs of drool dangle down
to drown flies flitting amidst fetid strands
and touch, at last, the virgin flesh
that flickers quickly back beneath covers
subconsciously protecting it’s dignity,
subcutaneously shivering the threat
watching silently over the bed sheets
longing to taste what lays beneath.
A sliver of light slides slight over shades
illuminating pop posters a ghastly glow;
a shape shifts slowly, lit in the twilight,
diffuse as a storm cloud lost in the night
arched over the bedstead ready to strike,
before a flash of teeth fit for a shark bite
and gnash madly together, a vulgar display,
that rends apart nothing but thin black air…
Where did they go?
WHERE DID THEY GO?
Under the stars,
under the stairs,
thundering hearts
betray us…
It tore through the hallways,
it sniffed at the study,
it clattered the saucepans,
and shattered the chairs,
it tapped at the windows
and slammed at the doors,
it left trails on the carpets
like an army of slugs,
it didn’t find us
tucked up in the cupboard
praying for dawn
before tip-toeing barefoot
out onto the lawn.
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