The wind may gush
Naysayers hush
Rain pour over us
Loss become ever present
And silence us in sentence
Lost in the prism of someone’s absence
Tears may come to pass
Despair making maps
But one must imagine
A dinosaurs teacup
That never gets smashed
practice
Life. We mourn.
Life.
A catalyst for loss.
All said
We’re trinkets of absences
Trying to remember
Those we mourn
Stickleback
I fight like a stickleback
When I’m home I’m the strongest man inside
And I would beat anyone who troubled me
But out there I am meek
A boy playing hide and seek
Hoping no one notices me.
Alleyway Robin (words from a wordle a couple of weekends back)
The alleyway Robin
Shoots me a look
it’s beady eyes an insight
Into the blocks of light
Swimming in her brain
“I’ve a penny for your seed sir,”
She tweets, head tilted
Training her sights on me
Permitting me momentary refuge
From the purgatory within
Little heart of mine
These treacherous miles
No song will get us there
But we still try
I’m afraid of dying
But I’m not scared of death
They say I’m still young
But I’m old before my time
I guess it just plays a little on my mind
With this little broken heart of mine
Falling
The words come
easy go
because I feel hard done
Oh woe is me woe is woe
Got a blue heart
Thrashing against my bones
Feeling thoughts, I don’t even know
The way the words are supposed to go
Building walls
Without foundations
Climbing ladders
With falling rungs
Maybe if I just smoke
All these things into my lungs
Till I’m bluer than grey
With my name etched in stone
More permanent than my existence
Are the words on my tongue.
Writing practice
Trying to cajole myself into practice
Too close to losing it while having something
Preferring to be wild with noting to lose
Dancing phantoms
Dancing phantoms
Dressed in rags and blood
Travelled the seas
To eternity
Where our nightmares plucked
us from childhood
Nightmare mirror
Arms burst through the bed
And pulled me under
I gasped for breath
As I came to a place
Where I didn’t wear this face
Just a toothless grin
That resembled no name
Juggling nightmares
Through the looking glass
I was a prisoner
A monstrous clown
A widower
A beast of silent horrors
Becoming a Munch painting
In the mirror
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