untitled 3Lonely and hazy,untitled 3
Mind reeling like a fish on a fine line, Lonely as a shadow, Lonely as an unpaired earring, which she left behind, Lonely as a half a peach, Lonely as a firstborn chick broken from its shell and new to the world. Old, old as a rusty truck abandoned and disused in the grass, Tree where the engine block should be, And still I almost sleep as I write. Surrounded by the pale faces of last night
Mummified and stitched in morning melancholy Dream. Wake up, wake up the sirens cry. We never meant to lead your ship astray, But to hear our voices is the dan
untitled 2Do you see that old smoke-stack? Well, I used to live by that. But then the houses, blind and unfeeling, Open mouthed, seem all abandoned. No this is not my home. The houses seem as thoughuntitled 2
They should be wailing at me through
Their open mouths and blind eyes. The gravel patches do not now seem As dark as I remember them to be. Perhaps the trees have been felled Which used to provide this gravel river bed With their leaf on leaf sighs Of passing time like water. In the dark this is no home of mine. The dark empties all coffins &n
untitledI felt small and insignificant, Under the microscope, Falling over in the face of danger. Before I knew it I was taken away to a place I had never seen. Surrounded by faces I did not know Nor care to. They told meuntitled
Their names were anxiety and pain. Before I could leave they had handcuffed me To all my lost hopes and dreams. The smell of burning carpet sticks in my mind,
And burning urine,
Have you ever smelt burning piss? I ran from the acrid stench. Falling constantly head over heels,
Before I could grab a branch Or even a match
For a l
SleeplessLate into night, morning comes In the shadowed arms of desire. Her nails trace pleasure over my skin. Sleep will not come to a mind aroused with need. A need that cannot be fulfilled. Tips of fingers all over my body, All but where they are most wanted. Contented in this soft embrace all but a small voice Which will not shut upSleepless
Nor let sleep approach, The voice that wants only one area to be touched. That does not care or be cared for, A small part of love,
Which the rest of love ignores.
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