It’s the 10th day of NaPoWriMo and creatively I’m a little constipated. I’ve managed to squeeze this out, though I’m unsure of it.
Cigarettes burn
Indifferent to your lungs
Memories scattered
As ashes
On the cusp
But never becoming
Anything recalled
I want a Volkswagen van
So I can be the travelling man
Pretending to be Jesus
Fronting a one man band
Playing harmonica
With a guitar
Cymbals strapped to my knees
Making it look like a breeze
Playing in all different keys
Please
Don’t blow
Down my house of cards
I’ve worked so hard
To try and become a man of ease
Let me have just this one
Please?
I’m a prisoner of ghosts
A host to tea parties
Where they haunt the table
Pouring water till it spills
Another soul to kill
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
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
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
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
I am her tree
where she explores
my human capability to bleed
NaPoWriMo day 1
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
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.
