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These versions of you

Tell me 10 things that make you happy Spell them out with your fingers against my back Like I'm your pet and you are cemented to your thoughts I compose these lyrical intentions these melodic notions that I'm sure they will spill out of me and then I see you and they are often stuck to my tongue Because you are not a painting so I can't trace your lines I can't event take your picture You are the blur and the static the silence and the noise accenting space like movement And there are all these versions of you the one in my dreams, the one in my heart, the one in my hands, the one on the screen, the one that I cry to, the one with the eyes sleepy sadness secrets shared between our gaze I melt in your arms smearing you softening you smothering you soothing you lingering traces lost in every embrace to be found again when I see you And you, beautiful and messy bold and timid will always remain coveted and admired a victim of m...

The ambush after the flood

The troubles started with the thunder pebbles below my feet the kind where you lift before you step So many cement-like greys to block out on a day to day until you are sure you are stuck in it screaming with your eyes she weaves in and out of me pin prick incisions sewn shut I am bulky and she is buzzing I am heavy and she is forlorn I am bitter and she is unsure And I am hiding my reactions at the corners of my mouth I am pushing my sadness into my small intestines swallowing stones my limbs indifferent to my body (my heart) soggy and pruned bunched up rag drenched in odours and accidents show me/show me show me s.h.o.w.   m.e. [like you] mean it [be a better liar] you are trapped I have my proof Being right is a poor consolation prize

Shelter

There is no greater truth than the lies she tells me sweet ones in the morning time breathing out her chamomile mouth like earth medicine She makes me bashful hopeful like a child assuming an adult role hoping to pass The smoke has lifted from today and I'm left to wonder-wander with the street lights how to remain steady whether she will see me with her moon crescent eyes like she did just hours ago how to remain grateful and never certain never sedentary I will collect droplets of vapour and trace out some dreams reach into the stillness of my veins carve out a shelter for you deep in my chest so there is room for you to resonate and ring me like a bell Let me not forget the beginning Let me not forget its splendour Let me always be discovering