Unwinding from years
In the pressure cooker
Reclining after
Refining my tastes
To better suit
A simpler life
To forget the word haste
And sharpen my wit
So that the lines of laughter
Can be traced
Poetry
Shoelaces
Don’t become tangled
Like your shoelace
There is no need for haste
Always bracing ourselves
For the crash at the end of the race
Don’t chase that which runs away
There are no forks in the road
If you choose a different way
Internal scream
Bubbling to the brink
Cracking to the sound
Of my lips creak
Devouring dinner
With a familiar longing
for something more substantial
In retrospect
Realising
I am my own downfall
Surrendering to my own shock
Shattering my reflection
With my internal scream
Virtue of spanking
I pause to reminisce
On those blushing cheeks
As I drove home
The virtue of spanking
And afterwards you were down on your knees
As a means of thanking
Bile
I kiss shame
As the bile rises up
Placing primal urges
Back out of reach
In the hopes I won’t follow
Back to these baser instincts
Cancer sticks
Ghosts blush blue
Like smoke
As you kiss
Those cancer sticks
Standing in your window
Of haze
You always were one
To say goodbye in a blaze
Symbiosis
I am her tree
where she explores
my human capability to bleed
NaPoWriMo day 1
Unhinged
Becoming more unhinged
Eyes swivel and spin
With contemplative tongues
Clicking inside mouths
That have forgotten to sing
Waiting for some luciferous woman
To hang onto as we swing
Something wrong is written this way
What about hank?
I heard his wife beat him
With nails in a wooden plank
He should have fought back!
What a foolish man!
Beaten by a woman!
No, wait I better take that back
I hope she doesn’t feel insulted
That would be very sad.
Wanting death when there is no release
I’m terrified I’ll want to die
When the news travels down
The grapevine
I’ve been to that place
I’ve had my neck in the rope
I’m scared I’ll still fight
Against my own conscious will
When it comes to the kill.
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