They wrote their love on trees
A love to last beyond themselves
Blurring the boundaries
Between yesterday night
Hands within hands
With diamonds on fingers
An avalanche of aftermaths
Falling like leaves in autumn time
A run in the woods
An uncovering of words
Slipped on landslides
A deer frozen
In the lights
Freezing all these stories
Into snowflakes, intertwining
And the tree still remains.
writing
The road through
We’ve all got strings
Being played
How did I know
It would end this way?
Bust a lip with black eyes
Broken nose
Packs of ice
Resting on my bones
Till another fight
When will my strings
Be played right
Trying not to be a victim
But I’m feeling dark tonight
One drink for the road
This road I’m on
Mustn’t lose my grip
On the wheel, heading through
A town I know will never heal
Light me up
Light me up
And put me in your mouth
Like you do your cigarettes
Let me be your apology
In between your thighs
We’ll be the poison
That insists
On no real reason why
Another landslide
Standing against another tidal wave
Taken to my knees again
Fingers curled to grip
The sand that sinks beneath
Losing self and time
Another landslide
A storm waiting
To fall from my eyes
But I’m sad and left bone dry
Sunday wordle: A night in the woods
Take the sting from my craw
Shimmy on down to the woods
With me
And we’ll pretend like
We’re on the moon
As we look at the stars tonight
Lets merge with the leaves on the trees
Tracing our way back
To the monkeys
Before we chop the wood
And light a fire
Becoming human
Again
How monsters are made
I will not bow down to your conformity
Moulding me so I’ll express
What you want me to feel
Turning to me next
To say I’m just repressed
But you didn’t read what I expressed
Because it didn’t fit into what you expect
Rolling your eyes in disgust
Pretending to be perplexed
By the way I’m spewing my guts
An undressing if you will
In which you turn away
Until I fit into your cage
While you converse and ask
”How are monsters made?”
Wordle: disbelief
It’s clear that fury
Is taunting your body
A test to see you learnt your lesson
But you still quiver at war
In disbelief
L.O.V.E H.A.T.E
You kissed me on the lips
With your fist
How did we get into this tryst
Writing scripts and drawing battleships
Our love written on knuckles
With the letters H.A.T.E
How long will we rock this ship
Courting resentment
Revulsion will marry us
Till death do us part
This love will carry us
Further into the dark
His marriage is on the clock
His marriage is on the clock
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
Comes home at 5’o clock
To a marriage of hard knocks
He loves her
But she tells him it isn’t enough
What’s he meant to do
Dress in some suit
With a noose
Tighten it till he chokes
Till he has plenty of money to misuse
But no mind left to lose.
Knots
Why do men’s ties go around their necks like nooses?
Tightly fitted suits
Sun beaming
Too hot.
A wife & kids at home
Asks for a whiskey on the rocks
Resembles his marriage
Time is ticking.
Tick Tock.
Arriving home half-cocked
Trapped in that Windsor knot
Mortgages & picket fences
Looks like he’s got the lot
But he’s hitched to his work
Meanwhile the janitor doesn’t get paid much
But he’s still got his head
And that’s worth more than tying knots.
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