Tuesday, 22 September 2015

Wormhole

because of the distance between us
i finally see how much my body can hold. 
oh the heart. the head. the eyes.
i can cross continents in two strides. 
take the world in with all its good byes. 
i can hold a man a thought a child. 
i can fill my heart for a long passionate while.
yes so much space has been freed up. 
without you I feel four kilos light. 
it must be your departure that's making my skin glow. 
friends wonder but what do they know.
my head multiplies complex numbers. 
okay no it doesn't but who'd want to. 
my head is filled with thoughts of someone else. 
it's not overwhelming or overpowering. 
i can safely dwell here in this space
that smells like almonds and feels like water. 
it's hot now. he's doing that to me. 
and yet there's room. 
between my legs.
beneath the sheets. 
balanced on the tips of my nipples 
and the soles of my feet. 
i can crumble discontent like it is a smoked weed and spit you out, an afterthought
lord knows that’s what i did.

Tuesday, 2 June 2015

Guests

any day now
the demons will come home
chasing me through the forest
knocking at my door
and i will welcome them
they'll make themselves at home
stretching out on the sofa
curling up on the floor
they'll drink water from the refrigerator
snack on chocolate from the biscuit tin
they'll pluck my precious hibiscus
and call themselves my kin.
neighbours won't see them
lolling on my bookshelf
they'll look at me and wonder as always
about the world in which i dwell.
but the demons they see me
they know that i know they're there
i do not repel them
quite the opposite in fact.
they wear colours of my disappointments
the fabric of my failed romance
they smile the smile of knowing
knowing they will always care.
the demons have come knocking
and i have willingly let them in
slowly they take over my day my life
all together now, fin.

Tuesday, 7 April 2015

Once and for all

unfinished business sets my teeth on edge
makes me dysfunctional like you wouldn't believe.
makes me numb even dead.
the confrontations the anger the anger the speed
these are the stuff of my dreams
when conversation flows to and fro
and I want to hide but have nowhere to go
that's when I am most alive.
these loose ends need definite trimming
chopping hacking killing
this bastard heart promiscuous in its will
will stay still even
if i have to hack it up
i will.
one conversation one letter one text
one post one blog one note and all the rest
loose ends unfinished business and these matters unsaid
when I am done with you
the past will truly be dead.