Stamps

May 18, 2014 § Leave a comment

They glued your feet down

and you became a postbox.

 

They hoisted you on to the fence

screwed you in

made you a pedimental feature.

A gargoyle,

all snarling teeth

and panda paws,

a spike shooting from your skull

icing brain surging from the wound.

 

They helped you install a state of the art kitchen

where they cooked food that reminded them

of you

before someone mistook you for a carrot

and chopped off your head.

 

They lashed your wailing face

against the rocks

in your mother’s sea

at Sparta

because it would take too long

to explain

why.

 

Most pass by,

but some stop

to pet the dead cat

you have become

 

and the letters never arrive on time.

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Condensation

January 15, 2014 § 1 Comment

the moon is cold on my fingertips

like an icy bathroom

when the steam shower is turned off 

and all that’s left are

chubby clouds of condensation

floating

finding mirrors to cover

in a silk veil of frost.

 

the moon is cold on my fingertips,

as I touch the window between us,

letting my blood-heat

warm the glass

until clammy.

 

a lick from the air,

a rain drop from no-where.

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Crumbs

January 10, 2014 § Leave a comment

you make me fat

and sick

lovely and round.

Press a finger

into my leg to watch it melt

inwards.

Filling a hollow,

wobbling,

ignoring the stop sign

until you are dust

in my belly.

I lick my chops

before a search for more

begins.

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Alarm

December 16, 2013 § Leave a comment

I should be up that tree

saving a cat

reaching for fur with stretched fingers

rough bark

marking early skin

 

instead of standing still

watching the next hero

sail through mid-morning air

hot kitten

held tight in victory fists

 

showing off

what you could be if,

just once,

you got up early.

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Morning

December 4, 2013 § Leave a comment

Tomorrow everything will begin again

duvets will give birth

forehead first,

skin daisy-print fresh,

 

to a day wiped clean

like a mother pushing a damp cloth

around a sticky child’s cheeks.

 

The dotted stars

promise purity is near

and with a breath

 

we are crowned by flames

that paint a fresh aura

around each blade of grass

 

sliding softly in it’s sky arc

pulling away savoured minutes

from weary arms.

 

But now dark bathes eyelids

with whispers of what is to come

carried on night’s heavy breath.

 

Tomorrow, everything will begin again.

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Homesick

November 8, 2013 § 1 Comment

Living and coping

sail hand in hand

across a heavy street

pulling me

by the hook

sunk deeply

into a fleshy cheek.

 

My scales grate

over pavement slabs

slapping each corner

in a frenzy

of minutes lost,

 

and I wonder will I ever

make it back home.

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Tidings

October 22, 2013 § Leave a comment

The sea wind drowns out their shouts quickly.

The waves crash around my ears and soon I forget that they had even been screaming at me.

They had been shouting “what are you doing?” which is a stupid question, really. I thought it was obvious when

I stood up,

walked straight into the ocean

and started swimming towards the horizon with all my might

that I was swimming away from them.

Did they really expect me to turn around and explain it to them?

Explain that it is all their fault?

Well it is too late now, they are tiny dots, little blurs on the sand, feet crashing into the waves as they throw their arms in the air, empting lungs into the wind.

That’s what I would see if I could turn around, but I can’t. I need to keep going forwards.

Kick, kick, kick.

Kick them all away.

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