The Crescent

The only lips that could be kissed
Without fear
A hand held when there were bags
To be carried
Too early in the day for
Lunch or even breakfast
But goodbye was consumed
Thoroughly
A stretch of railway
I walked alone

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Retrace/Repair

A losing game

Losing miserably

This sense of self

Dense and failing

Flag burning in the wind

Strings at my wrists

Pulled tight

A fight I cannot win

But I am trying for you

Even if you’d rather

See me curse

And fall from my perch

Eyes turned skyward

The Earth must repair

Her own wounds

 

Some Days (or Tabula Rasa)

Some days
I want to smooth it all out,

Ground myself into untouched flour
or virgin snow,
Stretch my body across a canvas
until I am formless,
A rightly scorned mess

Some days
I am smooth and untouched,
Untouchable,
Cold as a distant star
and shatterproof

But some days
I am too rough for time,
Do not bend into its grooves
Or surpass the old rhyme.

Some days
I am more night
Than day,
More likely to say
What I don’t mean
But felt was right
At the time

And some days
There is light on my
Windowsill,
Light with my pillow
Propped up,
Right there
Touching my cheek

But some days
Some days

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.

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.

 

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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.