Waiting for a cab
to travel for hours
just to see your face
a smile melted
sunny side up
on a plate
of glass
through a window
eyes will meet
but they will be hollow
as I watch you laughing
sipping your coffee
made just how you like it
by some other girl.
Poetry
Quiet Riot
Home Tiger
Back to the cage
Away from life
Sunlight, sleep
So carefree
And full of rum
Back to the chains
The whip and
The noose
To confinement
Resentment
Sit, sit, sit
Five days to choke
On stale recycled air
Dead air, dead stares
And chests that heave
And wait, wait
Sit!
Squirmy, impatient
Little Tiger
In another five days
You will be free.
Prize Fight
Slick black streets
Finks on every corner
With eyes on prizes
Hands in the pockets
Of lushes
Bare money thrown
On pavements
Bloody
And creeping
Others know that
The hand and murking
Is lurking on every corner
Eyes on your gold ring
Eyes on your prize.
Evil
Not lover or fighter
rumpled, crumbled
messy and blue
Saturated, wimpy
deflated flat balloon
Whimpering, blubbering
along stone walls
knuckles scratching
a broken record
No fairy dust or moon to
hang my magic
No cliff to scream the
plastic yell held
behind glass eyes
rolling like marbles.
Once We Were Lovers
I need you
again
like it was
when it was golden
in my bed
in my lungs
curled up
deep and tight
before
forked tongues split
lies and hate
festered in our skulls
my heart
it is yours
in the darkness, alone
with my breath
rasping
my heart…
Remembering
feet thumping
doors slamming, hard
how could you be so hard?
Your words pounding
my fists pounding
my cheeks
no longer rosy
not like the day
we met by that wild ocean
in amongst the tall
elm trees and
ghostly apparitions
how I feared those strangers
you carried me
away on whispers
promises, kisses
no more
No longer mine
No, not anymore.
take my heart
I no longer want it
now that it is yours
and you are gone.
Like Fire
I forgot that I had loved you
With a love that must
have seeped away
Slinking like a wet cat
into a dark corner
On my door step
you covered my eyes
A tar black curtain,
thick and smoky
Choking my lungs
Crawling back into me
Cosy under my flesh
You nestled, warmly
Melded like concrete
set solid on my bones
Shake you off?
I mustn’t.
My lips are not my lips
They are moving
Quivering, on your fingertips
Pillows soft and pink, open
Pouting marionette
Your hands, clawing, gripping
My little puppet heart
spilling blood straining
Rhythmic sporadic seizures
Bleeding, pumping, forcing
The smell of you, unrelenting
Boots near my bed
Dark hair, spider legs
foreign and curly
in my basin, on my soap
Poisoned apple, indomitable
You fill the room, baneful
Toxic with your smile
Toxic with your lies
I swallow them wholeheartedly
There are no stars here now
You blew them out
Twisted candles on my cake
Do not wish upon them
Those charred soldiers are dead
I forgot that I had loved you
With a love that must have
fallen into memory filled cracks
Love filled floorboards,
filled with hate
and like fire.
Demand
Directionless
Indecisive
I am without genre…
A little girl
Changing her clothes
Four times a day
Lazy and lucky
Showered
Ready
Sitting so patiently
Nowhere to go
No more hiding.
Smoke and Mirrors
Humming radiation breathes
Dead, stale life through the
Looming cement atrocities,
Housing the tired dull zombies.
They scurry like ants
Fondle the wallet in their pants and
Hollowly fulfill their “dreams”.
Norse
Ice like noise
Injects me,
Fills me with
That rush
Of the coldest heat
Up my veins and into
My brain
I hug it, caress it,
Love it tight.
Invisible snow
Suffocating me
And I welcome it
With arms outstretched
Like highways
In winter
I enjoy
All this freezing
Of me.
Dark Horse
The darkness hugs and
pulls at threads
connected to my eyelids
holds them open and
I blindly stare at
the black and the night
everlasting.