Chill
There’s a chill
in the air, coming from under the door
From that room where
your no longer in.
Once so warm, my comfort
zone, my heart
Now the frozen icicles
dangle in readiness.
The real reason lies beneath
the flesh and blood,
Marked on your skeleton
bone by my words.
Read them to me, in your
honey voice,
Melt the ceiling,
let those daggers fall.
Cherry
trees
The cherry trees are in bloom with red roses in
snow,
It falls thicker with the moment, outlined against
the sky.
Changing wind with changing mood for moonlight.
We sat on that bench, the wooden one over there,
Looking at the stars; you blew smoke, I my hands
Nearly numbed by silent feminine compliance.
But now the sun shines brighter, stronger still,
Melting to muddy water what strives to remain.
Time will wash it, running clear, spring bounding
forth.
And your red lips will kiss another, while I look
on,
Frozen by the heat wave of mid-summer.
It’s not complicated,
its what you want.
You had the choice, and you took the decision,
I’d given it to you, the day we met .
So don’t tell me its complicated when its what you want.
Because I’ll be fine, I’ll be just A. O. K.
so stop calling, sounding so sweet, so damn edible.
And I promise to be-have, to keep this all secret.
I’ll be a good girl, the one you know, the one you left.
Inside
the memory
Its sun shine out side,
Blue sky, flecks of white,
Cold inside without your arms
You as I, join the collection
Of faint warm hearted memories
Those lovers gone from love
I could list them on my fingers,
Their single names and numbers.
I always knew, but never thought,
That one day I to would be your ex.
Why did
you do this to me?
You tore my heart out
And put it back again,
For that I have nothing to claim
My insurance was void
Make me remember every moment
Make my throat hurt,
My eyes water in any light,
And worst of all why did you take my mind
Eggs
We’re nearly done,
Like slow boiled eggs,
Shells cracking in the heat,
White pillows of liquid
Escape from our hearts
Its time for the leaving
From warmth to cold
Out to be eaten.
Monkey
…can’t change its spots.
Why did I ever try
Its in his nature
Grabbing brown branches
With his willy hanging out
Tom
There’s bodies for the taking,
Honey for the making
You wana be tom waits,
But your too young.
So throw me away,
Grab the green next door,
Close your eyes against the plastic.
Don’t squeeze too hard,
The dream might burst
And then where will you be,
Just one more lone some soul
Button
I have a
loss,
Like a button
missing
From my favourite
coat
I still wear
it, everyday
Forgetting
I’ve lost
Sad
in remembrance.
Somewhere else.
Some where out there,
The trees are swaying
Gently in the autumn wind
Shedding red leaves
In the golden sun.
But not in this land,
Where single stars shimmer
lonesome in the sky.
He’s likely
sound asleep
eyelashes dusting cheek.
And I’m awake, without
him.
The fool
Sorry, so
sorry.
I know how
the day will start,
Walking into
the office
and those
words will be uttered
without apology.
Happy birthday
you clown,
With holes
in your shoes,
Tap dancing
to Monty Python,
dressed like
Clark Gable,
So sorry without
apology
Not interested
in sex,
At least not
with me,
The ultimate
rebuttal
For a part
I’d never wanted
Auctioned
without consent
My breasts
were just too big
judgments
screened over your face
Each time
I open the door,
Why can’t
we just be friends?
But I’
ant human, still straddling
that line,
still a bit of a cunt to you.
Man
Man, I wonder what you
are?
That guy by the bar,
Or the bloke over there.
Is it the danglingly bit,
or the stubble growth
That defines you?
Does it keep you up at
night,
Wondering if its not sexuality,
then physicality or behavourality?
Regret
I should
hold them inside,
These thoughts
I’ve shared.
Little pieces
of me,
Little bits
of my heart.
I should’ve
held them
Tight inside
my mind
Instead of
setting them free
To fly around
their ears.
They heard
bits of me,
And now I
regret
Not the tantrum
But their
hold over me.
Something sweet, something free.
‘I had one of your
donuts from yesterday,
a little hard, but the
jam was lovely’
Her face is happy, curiously
satisfied,
and I turned into the
makeshift kitchen
slim fast fading tasting
carrot cake.
‘I’ve been
a little bit greedy,
just finished the last
of your cake’
I can’t meet his
eyes, start making tea,
Stubbing out ‘how
are you?’
Silently swear at his
bubbling stupidity
But shouldn’t complain,
-I turned up for work late
And none of my cakes were
left.
The fading memory lying
on a communal platter.
I should have thought
of yesterday
how quickly they gathered
it away,
assuming ownership of
others belongings.
I feel my generosity slamming
into a wall
Knocking my goodness into
sweetness
The type that would smile
as it stabs
God help these people.
