A rum life this, filled with doubt
If all we do is gad about
(picture from here)
Lying Still
We are lying still
Arm in arm, leg curling leg
Your strained I love you
And I mean it neither
We are lying, still
We are content
Closer than a river to the river bed
But my thoughts hurl like a hurricane
And yours are silent
We are content
Will this: never end.
A pledge and a promise
Reused, wrenched and twisted
Hollowed out again
Will this never end?
Evaporation
Howl, howl, howl at the lightbulb!
Stir the cobwebs so they waft and settle
Wrench apart the four-walled silence
Just a crack
And slip in a toothpick
Rage, rage at the cutlery!
Voice squeezed through your teeth
In a raggedy whisper
Like steam
Like stolen music
Cry at all of nothing
Huddled between your knees
Keep below the window
Like a slug
Of lunatic sleep
This is Not a Love Poem
A torn photograph of a turbulent sea
A crawling ladybird, its wings plucked free
A stained jacket sleeve, a discarded shoe
These foolish things remind me of you
A bruise and a stitch I can’t fathom at all
A mysterious stain on the bathroom wall
A doll dismembered and reformed with glue
These foolish things remind me of you
Drops of blood leading out of the door
A chalk outline, half-drawn on the floor
Your name crossed out in a botched tattoo
These foolish things remind me of you
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