Silver Cigarette

Cloaked like a silver cigarette
The rust put my embers out.
Rolling, drifting through the cobbles
Throwing myself out of windows on drive bys

I found the cracks
Saw the shadows on the walls of my new home
The creatures allured by a new dulling of the light
Sustenance, but this one burns

They found their way inside me
Laying their eggs, I squirmed
Closed up like a sour wound

Filled myself with pearls and shiny things,
Stole from the placid old man with horns across the street
And it was delicious
like a million heartbeats in a second

Then I open my heavy lids
And the aged dust puffed and fluttered in the rays of daylight against the wall
Winged songs of the smiling red eyed wilder-West

Here I am like a cigarette
Unfolding myself as the smoke rises
To see where the wind takes me


-Ben

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Book of the Day #1: The Alchemist

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The book that made Paulo Coelho a household name, ‘The Alchemist’ is a truly rare piece of literature.
Following the journey of the young Shepherd Santiago as he follows his intuition, we traverse across Andalusia discovering and learning from the some of the most simple, yet the most profound lessons that life has to offer.
From the perspective of a boy, we relearn that which we have all forgotten – To follow our hearts.

Not only is this book a beautiful piece of poetic fiction with a touching story, it is a book that we can all learn from, and revisit to remind ourselves of the simple truths of feeling, observation, and curiosity.
…We can all learn from the Sheep and the Sand…
Give it a read if you are wandering, like Santiago.


-Ben

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Bounding Over A Flower Field

Oh Dear,

Bounding over a field

You could be us

But we are metal

Pedalling tracks, we mostly forget you

 

Oh Dear ,

Warm Cold Freedom

You seem so fluid, jolly, with purpose

I hope you don’t find a line or carcass

Want to keep you in your paradise

 

Oh Dear,

do I want to be you?

Tell me something that you have thought of

more than footsteps from concrete fortress’

 

Oh Dear…

Oh Dear…

I won’t forget you

No longing, you wanted to jump the highest

Feel the air and other spires

The highest grass wasn’t tall enough

You found the sky and fields within it

 

There were never any lies

Nor ears for them

Eyes for the sky

She put her heart on the ground

To listen for the direction

 

The little ones cuddle the floor

The corpse

No others need to know it

They are tired of lying still

and being lied to.

They knew that Mummy found the sky and weren’t below it

bright eyes glew among the grassbush

A city of petals glimmered among the kingdom

Green, Yellow and Red,

beyond Grey

The destination

 

Oh Dears,

Practice the the ways of

up and down and over

They invented forward on a backward day

 

Oh Dears,

Stonger every day,

Put the flowers away,

The grass is getting smaller,

Trees are moving into order
Taller

Taller

 

Oh Dears,

Branches now beneath their haunches

When the grey came

Yellow gave Red the Green and launched it.

They made it down and put it up,

and bright eyes glew among the treetops.

 

Grey,

Up high,

So suddenly it looked off colour

when left to find it’s own way

down, from the peaks

down from the peaks

down from the Monkey Puzzle tree.

 

Oh Dears, Oh Dears,

Over the Grey Country they marched,

Green, Yellow, and Red

“When Grey was backward we went forward”

-Ben

Quiet

“Big Issue!”

God, she’s always there, so annoying. Down through the quieter streets, thinking, looking, headache; shit.

I stop and make a note on my phone; the next idea that people centuries away will dig up somehow and realise.

Walking past ‘SmootheI’s’. It’s that girl again, shit. My legs keep walking and I bend over, put my hands on my legs and stare at the floor. Reversing my stride, I walk myself into the Smoothie shop. There she is serving customers. I’m second in line, shit her eyes look so pretty today, she’s always smiling when I see her.

First in line:

“Hi there how can I help you?”

I open my mout-

“Can I have a Jasmine, strawberry and caramel love?” An older guy behind me spoke.

“You can have what ever you can afford.”

I’m standing right here. Why can’t she see me? I’m going red and I just want to swear at myself really loudly. Everything looks like a painting and I’m not in it.

 


 

Why the fuck did that happen?! I don’t even remember walking away. It’s still the only thing that I can think about. Now I’m sat here eating biscuits and I feel sick. More biscuits.

The cupboards are empty. Television. It’s late. Alcohol? No… I can’t hurt myself like that, just go to bed…

I can taste my pillow, wet and salty, and my breath sounds like a steam train on a cold crisp morning.

 


 

It’s morning down the quieter streets. Say it: “Black coffee to go please.”

So many other coffee shops. Why get one in a smoothie shop?

Open the door, step towards the counter and look and the board. She is standing in front of me. Look at the board. She’s not looking, she’s smiling at the floor. Look at the board a little longer.

“Black Coffee to go please.”

She’s just smiling at the floor. Ignoring me again, she always ignores me. Why won’t she notice me? Why won’t she fucking notice me?

“Can I have a black coffee please, Love?”

“Jasmine”

“Please?”

Fire and pain.

“JASMINE!”

She looks up.

“Why don’t you ever see me?!”

“I see you.” She said.

“Okay.”

I feel like I am falling. Light headed, I smile, shaking facial tension. I turn my back to her while my legs walk me out of the door.

“Big issue.”

I can’t even think. I don’t even know. I don’t even know.

*Thump*. It sounded like the thump of my heart on the against my ribcage.

Screaming like babies. They are wailing, the people behind me, the other locals on the quieter street. I turn.

There she is, lying there: a pile of limbs. The red treacle on the floor pours into my eyes and darkness enters through my ears filling my head with a silent hush.

“Big issue! Come and get your big issue!”

Nobody bought the big issue. Not even one.

 

-Ben