Posted in Poetry, Real Talk

Vicious Cycle (an Ode to the Ovary)

There is a cloud that stalks
Every bright thing I say
Or do

A stutter that sees me
Stumble through,
Occasionally uttering
A passive “fuck you”

To that zombie with
Mobile phone in hand,
Clocking my shoulder
With no eye for the time

Or the bus driver whose day
Isn’t going the way
He planned either,
Refuses my tenner
With seething grace

Sometimes I see his face
In the bag of crisps
I’ve fetishized all day,
That isn’t where I left it
But at the bottom
Of the bin

A vessel for sodden tea bags,
My body is a vessel
For rage
And sugared cereal
Straight out of the box,

But soon that lapsing
Teary-eyed bloat
Will rise from my veins
Like steam,
My skin will breathe,
My nerves will cross
Themselves blind

And for a time
The fog will lift,
My hormones
All tuckered out,
Will seem to leave
Me be

But of course like any
Horror movie buff,
I know the truth,
The butt of the joke

Just when you think
The monster has finally
Met her end,
She bears her teeth,
Her eyes ignite,
The cycle starts
Again.

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Posted in Poetry

To Sleep, To Dream.

Sleep is the levee,
Darkest embankment

A love as cumbersome and divine.

But love is no word for slumber,

To sleep is to dream of waking,
Walking in on another’s life.

Sleep is the anchor,
The roof concave.

To sleep and dream,
To see the very eyes of love
Only to blink.
And wake.

But love is no word for slumber,
The barefoot step.

Love is what sleep will dream
When it rests its weary head.

Posted in Poetry

What’s in a Name?

Anxiety gives me anxiety.
The very word

Grabs you by the horns,
Wrangles you into submission.

A moth with black
Horsehair wings,

The flutter of a heartbeat,
Once static,
Now a deep sea tremor.

Anxiety,
Printed bold on the bow
Of a ship.

She is an empty vessel,
Her head
Just above the waterline.

Poe’s golden bug:
Once bitten,
Forever shy.

To itch
An old wound.

Posted in Poetry

unrequited

we might have
requited
we might have
quit
we might have
we might have
requited
we might have
requit
we might
we might have
we might have
requited
we have
we might have
requited
we
quit

Posted in Poetry

Soothsay

This life
An endless solo.

It drags the corners
Of my vision.

It wants to show me
How capable
It is.

How much
It can hurt.

But it takes strength
To look,

Courage
To see.

Our sun envies
The eyes that watch it set.

Posted in Poetry

Purgatory

But it’s that lovely day today,
Sorry for the inconvenience
Sorry for the inconvenience and
Sorry for the inconvenience caused.

I’m not going to be so utterly mesmerised,
Sorry for the delay,
Sorry for the inconvenience
Sorry for the inconvenience caused.

 

[Created using Android’s predictive text system.]

Posted in Poetry

Selfless

Why can’t I think it?

Hell, why can’t I say it?

Look. I’ll try.

I

Look

Like a human today.

No

That just won’t do.

But I can’t believe it

Unless it’s uttered

By you.

I’ll try again

Wish me luck.

My

Body

Is

Of

This

Earth

And

I

Should

Be

Content

With

That.