Sinking Into The Sand

With each moon passing I sink into the sand some,
and then some more. Secretly, in the mirror,
I rearrange my face: scrub down dead skin;
rub smooth, worried lines.

Counting grains, I try to plot a parabola curve
of decay.

Where on this map is half-life? Where, entropy?
I finger contours uneasily: search hills
for hidden valleys.

With each moon passing, the topography shifts.
The probable and impossible dissolve soundlessly
into each other; and my maps are rendered obsolete.



Angel In White

Angel in white, you are too luminous. I want to see something red, like period blood or secret flesh. Something to show me you’re human.

Angel in white, you are an apparition in the safe blue night light. You glide over the polished linoleum like a hawk on the vicious wind.

Angel in white, you have pierced my flesh, but not my heart. I am stable now, you say. I am stable now, it’s true: nothing can touch my pain.

Angel in white, you hold the keys. It’s checkmate in three simple moves.

Angel in white, I love you.



Vagina Envy

I am laid out on the mortuary table:
The wood warm and brown
Against this petrified skin;
The blunted edge of the blood trench,
So sharp I feel it
In my bones.

I may as well be dead.

You, my surgeon, my saviour,
Are grinning like a knife:
The dust motes,
A halo round your head
In dim shafts
Of late afternoon sunlight.

You are
What I want to be.

I want to feel
The pain of that dark red hole
That makes you so wholly real:
I want to touch the roots
Where soil is born and reborn;
And to sink away
From this man flesh
That is not me.

Caress me with your blade
And allow me to be unmade.



A Confession Of Love

When you opened me it was redness you found:
A redness so sweet and annihilating
You’d have thought yourself to be lost
On the dark strand of a foreign shore,
Far from the singular land of your home.

There can be no safe haven now,
No sweet meats falling like flowers from heaven:
The kiss that made us one again
Wished up a symphony of iron and fire,
A love-lust forged of loneliness and desire.

When I laid myself down like the sacrificial lamb,
You did not see these leonine claws,
Nor did you sense that saviour God
Who could lead you out of my den,
Back to the comfort of your homeland again.

So will you go then, when you hear this song?
Will you leave me spent and tossed to the wind,
Restless, rootless and footloose again?



The Silent Bear No Witness

The silent bear no witness against themselves.
Therefore I shall be quieter than zero gravity:
unspeaking, with Buddha-like determination and dignity.

Not even one rogue dissociated word will sneak out
from the corner of my mouth.

In silence, I will merge with the cosmos:
become the nothing that my heart yearns for.



© Dee Sunshine

These poems are all from Dee's latest collection, "Red Dreams And Razorblades", which has been published as a free e-book by Obooko.com and is available for download here.  Dee Sunshine is an artist, writer, musician and new age gypsy.  He has been on the road, travelling in Europe and Asia since August 2006 and intends to carry on until his legs or his heart wears out (or until he runs out of money).  He is the author of two print poetry collections, The Bad Seed (Stride, 1998) and Dropping Ecstasy With The Angels (Bluechrome, 2004); and one novel, Stealing Heaven From The Lips Of God (Bluechrome, 2004).  He edited the charity poetry anthology, The Book Of Hopes And Dreams (Bluechrome, 2006).  His third poetry collection, Visions Of The Drowning Man (Obooko, 2009) has been published as a free e-book.  His latest publication is "Red Dreams And Razorblades: Collected Poems, 1980 - 2005" (Obooko, 2009), also a free e-book.  Dee edits The AA Independent Press Guide, a free online directory of magazines and publishers, hosted on his website at http://www.rimbaud.org.uk alongside a host of useful writers' resources, as well as a port-folio of his art and a selection of his poetry.  His art is frequently used in magazines and internet zines and has graced the book jackets of collections by Janet Buck, Clarinda Harriss, Rupert Loydell, Norman Jope and many others. Dee's art is now available on t-shirts, posters, cards and assorted gift items via his CafePress shop.  In his spare time (what little there is), Dee likes to compose ambient & experimental electronica music.  You can listen to his more laid back ambient grooves here or if you've got a stronger stomach, to his experimental soundscapes here.  You can contact Dee by email at dee@thunderburst.co.uk


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"Red Dreams And Razorblades", which has been published as a free e-book by Obooko.com and is available for download here.  Dee Sunshine is an artist, writer, musician and new age gypsy.  He has been on the road, travelling in Europe and Asia since August 2006 and intends to carry on until his legs or his heart wears out (or until he runs out of money).  He is the author of two print poetry collections,(Stride, 1998) and(Bluechrome, 2004); and one novel, (Bluechrome, 2004).  He edited the charity poetry anthology, The Book Of Hopes And Dreams (Bluechrome, 2006).  His third poetry collection, The

The Bad Seed: His first collection of poetry, originally published in paperback by Stride (1998)

Dropping Ecstasy With The Angels: His second collection of poetry, originally published in paperback by Bluechrome (2004)

Visions Of The Drowning Man: His third collection of poetry, only published as an e-book via Obooko (2009)

Red Dreams And Razorblades: His collected poetry (1980-2005), only published as an e-book via Obooko (2009)
Stealing Heaven From The Lips Of God: His first novel, originally published in paperback by Bluechrome (2004)


For more information about his writing, art and music projects, see my Facebook Page here and here and Website.