But Not Me #NaPoWriMo – Day 6
I know you are sated the switch is flipped the power off but not for me. Bullets in the chamber breathlessly loaded spent in a moment but not in me. The savage hands like forked tongues leave their marks but not on me. Stuttered obscenities skipped across glass spoken under skin but not to me.
Ladykiller #NaPoWriMo Day 5
I’ve seen him three times before in the high-street. Dark, longish hair threaded with grey. Of humbler origins, his too polished shoes. Sagging jacket pockets from a youth of standing on corners waiting for trouble. Handsome. Part gypsy those grey-green eyes. A family man now made good, he buys oranges, brightly coloured yogurts and Rioja […]
Suck My Semiosis #NaPoWriMo Day 4
I have a………………………… lush…….. …………..flushed flesh..fisted……………. ………………grasp of your…………………………… erotic……… …………………..semiotics. If you …………………………..ejaculate on my immaculate……………. ……………………red gloves I will deconstruct you one fucking finger at a time.
Outside In #NaPoWriMo – Day 3
When I was young I was generous with my favours, hospitable to strangers, easy with my borders. No amount of trespass could change the colour of my flag. Time has turned me elsewise, outside in. As if one wrong cock might bring down my battlements. The nightwatch is long and cold.
Frozen City Haiku #NaPoWriMo – Day 2
Spring refuses to come, despite heartfelt entreaties, the city shivers. ~.~ In dawn’s icy light, the city’s static skyline lies in grey layers. ~.~ The comfortless wind plays cruel tricks around corners, ambushing old men.
Sup #NaPoWriMo – Day 1
In the secret of your sleep your abandoned body tells me the stories you have refused me. Here are scars aplenty old pain lodged in the flesh seeps through the unguarded moments before dawn. The upturned hand a cup of resignation that life is long and sometimes bitter. I dip into that fleshed vessel breathe […]
13 Seconds of You
I have 13 seconds of you speaking the words of a poet. Beautiful but not yours. In the cracks between Neruda’s paving stones live the breaths you’ve taken to lay them. Woven through his phrasing, plays the cadence of your ordered memory reeling their filaments out into the ether. The syllables each wear their tonal […]
The Atomic Weight of Names
Tuesday I learned the name of the woman who has hung sword-like over me for years. I had always thought knowing it would leech the venom from the past. But no. It sat like a dead bird in my cupped hands, its atomic weight an atrocity. There’s no burying this creature in hallowed ground. Ghosts […]
Spectacle: And What Is Not Shown.
No one covers me the way he does. The storm of him rolls over my horizon, dark boiling banks of cloud that blot out the sun. His energy seethes, coils, writhes, and serrated forks of lightning bleach the world to white in singular, blinding flashes. The glint of an eye, the spark of a smile […]
Enlazada (Interlaced)
Silence, half a world away, is broken glass underfoot. Whether traversed slowly and carefully, or at a run, you’ll cut yourself regardless. The only choice available is one of modality: fast and panicked or slow and aware. And the meaning you make of it; monstrosities are born from the womb of silence. Time, half a […]