Ahem. I haven’t posted a poetry update since September last year, but I have been posting poems to Twitter, if intermittently. Here goes…
The library
How imperfectly
these myriad spines
reflect
the worlds within;
Infinities of
allusions
bound to
a single plane.
Soft White
This lump
this privilege
isn’t hard-won.
It can’t be felt
or seen
or even smelt –
But man,
can it speak
Delicacy
So fragile
a figure –
your fragrance
floating
where you
fled the floor –
a figment only
of my form.
Don’t speak
One word
half-bitten
that’s all it took
before the rot set in.
Undone
from inside-out
all
because your fangs
don’t retract
Aspiration
You cannot feint the fury of the storm
into a fall
Nor can the wind be wounded with a weapon
or a wall
And yet, unarmed you stand, alone
And yet unarmed defy
You cannot win this battle –
but you’re damned well gonna try.
Ride Apart
The moan
of mounting
urgency
throbs beneath –
the last gasp
of a suffocating
clown;
Yet cornering,
you caress
every curve.
Whispered tears
The jagged edge
of your tongue
once caught
and cut
my ear
too deep –
I hope it
never heals.
Eyelids shutter
the world
corralled
into coral-crisp
conch cries
whose keen
flutters
are the
trailing threads
behind your shroud
The boundless bias
of your blush
that urges me
undone
Where sightless scenes
remain my dreams
and you, my only
one.
When the cathedral
cave
is empty
save
the trickling
tide
and you.
These false hungers
seep into
seconds
second thoughts
devouring deception
till the feasting
is unfeigned
and the hours
truly ours
Misuse
When wars
wage words
with weaker
wants
we worsen
What wicked weapons
write
where whimsy
weeps
Suspicion
Let’s keep it
dark
and ill-defined
that rumour
that tickles
the back of your neck
until it bites
Glisten
Plump droplets
condense
dance
upon the
rotted husk
until
decay
shines brighter
than all
your gold
USA
A broken bullet
clipped the eagle
now it spirals
to the ground;
For the wings
won’t work together
and the wound
will not be bound
Fool’s Infatuation
The poet did her curse enshrine,
Whose melancholy made her mine,
And thus possessed did she decline,
The Lady of Shalott.
Stand
The warning was
indelible
the reprimand
severe
yet still we crossed
and still transgress
for legends
gather here
Lovecraft
When each rare
glint
tears another
hole
through the mundane
What formless
terrors
turn your eye
away?
I miss
again
the slamming
door
that missed
my fingers
years before
And every
time
I hear
instead
A Miss
whose kisses
I misled
When that tremulous
timid
tiptoe
wakes itself
it stirs
the shit
that stains
and stinks
and makes more motion –
Tread true
She wrapped the
whisper
in a whim
then worried
it away –
Where secrets
sigh
on silent
shelves
Now all
her dreams
decay
Comey
He stares
into space
while the space
between words
wraps the whole
conversation
and warps
the whole
world
How do you
float
when the witches
I loved
are drowned
deep
as the falsehoods
tripping
from your
tangerine tongue?
You still smoulder
even
when the wind
blows ill –
But borrow my
breath
and be
ablaze
Your fire matters
Grave thoughts
It’s difficult to
read you now
The edges worn
to vague relief
But while I yet
have sight
I’ll trace
your name
then join
my love
beneath
I’m done with
asking nicely
But I beg you
just the same:
Set aside this
petty bullshit
We share a
love
If not
an aim
