I’ve got a block of tofu
yet to be flavoured
staring at me, begging for some sauce
perhaps some liquid smoke
or some spice
let it soak it up….
but alas I remain uninspired
and in case you didn’t know
this is about writers block
Poetry
NaPoWriMo: Pushing up daises
If we push up daises when we’re dead
does that mean we’re all gardeners in the end?
but…
No. On second thoughts
it’ll just be another shade of death
when some fellow human ape
comes along with weed killer.
NaPoWriMo:Modern Dinosaurs
To a worm a blackbird Is like T rex
Haven’t you heard?
The dinosaur is in the magpies Sqwark?
In the titter tatter of bird talk
Dinosaurs have their beady eye on you
From between the leaves
Hunting and singing
Perching and swinging
Souring above your head
The rattle of a dinosaur.
NaPoWriMo: wise tree
I centred myself In the knowledge of a wise old tree
All gnarled limbs and weeds
A beard of moss
Sometimes wisdom doesn’t speak
NaPoWriMo: Pushing through
Living and breathing
pushing through anxiety
like I’ll be pushing up daises
when death should come
Pushing through anxiety
like a mother pushes out babies
One breath, two breath,
fuck that
I’m here death!
I’m done running
chasing my next breath
one breath, two breath
Fuck that
Eat me, death!
Put my hands in the soil
my fingers worming through roots
touching death
teeming with life
humus is humorous
two shades
one called death, one called life
different shades of each
50 shades of life
remember, can you remember why the strife?
No, not that, the other one
I’ve got plenty, but not a wife!
I thought I thought a thought
that strangled breath
Something about the traffic
of things
an accumulation
Too much, too many
fuck, too many wires
no wonder I’m so fucking wired
Chasing electricity
electrified
terrified
One breath, two breath
three breath
Pushing through anxiety
like I’ll be pushing up daises
One breath, two breath
a wall of bricks with wires
tongue tied, tongue lied
Remember, can you remember
the one very specific thing I thought I thought?
NaPoWriMo: Alone sparrows
I’ve got a teenage forehead
but the rest of me has aged
I look pretty funny
but I never claimed to be anything but this mismatched man
if God is real I guess me being whole wasn’t part of the plan
God must’ve thought I could live on the edges
but look around
they’re all fenced up
ask yourself where are the birds and the hedges?
Does a bird mistake a fence for a hedge?
No, he knows.
It’s me alone with the sparrows.
NaPoWriMo: Humus
Don’t we look happiest without the flesh?
I thought to myself as the worm wriggled through my eye socket
having played its part in returning me to humus
NaPoWriMo: Dead end
I’ve got shapes of thoughts
not fully formed
a head full of traffic
ghost cars turning down one way streets
driving through my brain
down to my legs
the horizon is dread
but for what?
Always turning to this dead end.
NaPoWriMo: Trains and maps
Train stations and maps
lay the world bare
in blue and red lines
like scars
telling you where you are
in this town
where we lay ourselves down
watching downtrodden humanity
in raindrops on windows
and a plastic bag
driven by the wind
to God knows
are we as flimsy as this?
Our fragility is strong
a bruise upon our cheeks
writing maps on our skin
telling us where we are
without telling us our place
what use is a train
if we don’t know where we’re going to, anyway?
NaPoWriMo: I am dead, said Fred
‘I am dead,’ Said Fred
‘I’ve got worms inside my head
slithering through the aftermath of my death
I am carnage
I am meat on bones
eat me, eat me!
Bring on the crows!’
I said
‘You’re not dead, Fred
and the worms in your head
are just thoughts you couldn’t catch
turned to fog before you could grasp
I’ll call the doctor
he’ll bring you back.’
‘I am dead,’ Said Fred
If you call a doctor
call Dr Crow
say, ‘Dr Crow, Fred is dead’
And she’ll know
how to return me
And son, I’ll be seeing you
from a birds eye view
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