MaybeGod has playedsome trick on meAlways –Devoid of love My familySweptto a distantshore.A placeI have no map for. Left me dislocatedAlonewithout walls A storm likeNo other. The oceanI wept-Still –never enough. Tried torepair myselfwith old threadOn spoolLeft by myMother.Threaded the needlein the dark.Felt the sharp endedpoint draw tiny specs ofwet warm blood. Was it inContinue reading “Devoid”
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A Christmas Psychosis
A Christmas Psychosis. Everybody’s talking about Christmas. How they are going to spend time with their families. I won’t be. I haven’t done for many years. Why? A good question. One I’m not even sure I can answer. I don’t have one, a family of my own and I don’t have one I belong to.Continue reading “A Christmas Psychosis”
Sister
I wish you’d told me-How much it’dhurt whenyou left meforever. A place –we both knew. Remember – whereOur mother left. You atop of thegreen carpet of stairs,worn when our feet were little.Going up to bed and bouncing downfor breakfast, then school.Me at the foot – holdingmy mother’s hand.Her breath unableto fill the wordsShe said. YouContinue reading “Sister”
Shielded
I wish I could dismantle thisarmour – It’s too big for me,too hard and heavy. I’d never choose it in a shop.The shape’s all wrong. The edges too sharp,the style too manly.I’m sure my Dad slipped it over my headwhen I was a girl. In slumber. Lifted my back with his large hand – sleepyContinue reading “Shielded”
The Blast
You – laid on the groundwound gapingand bloodied –dark blackskinshattered andhanging-weightless. You – oblivious.No thoughtforstitching.Been with you so longit’s unrecognisable. No one noticedtil I came along.Pointed withmy finger –while you saton a parkbench, arm restedalong the back. Your disbelief –like your head issevered from your neck .That my eyescaused the cavernousblack bloodied hole. ‘Everyone else…neverContinue reading “The Blast”
Shoulder
Maybe –My loveWill impactWhen I have gone. You – left.Lookingover your shoulder – Always –Me – No longer there. Your head twistsneck cricks – swiftswell of skinand mouth ajar: Howl. That – the giftof me leaving.Will allow youTo love.
Matter
You tell me – In all the thingsyou’ve had inyour lifeI matter less –than A passed coffee cup.A jolt against someone inthe streetA glance over your shoulderout of a stranger’s gate. Don’t tell meI am no one.That I don’tmatter in the world. I gave you Bukowski’sWomen – Ted HughesCrow. Don’t ever tell me I amContinue reading “Matter”
Boy
There is a boysleeping on my rug.Blue.I’ve brought him homethrown a blanket overhis face,leaving his feet exposedlike Dorothy’s witch.
Women and Girls
What do you know of women?I ask myself – wonder why.This bedraggled manbefore me –ActingLike everything in the worldIsAlright. Mouth full of wordsMakes his cheeks, puffedOut stuffed – rammed stiffWords a girl said. Sounds like rubbishSpewing from his mouth. Wonder how any womanCan speak such wordsLook after girls. Three little fingers holdOnto yours.Hair straight fallsContinue reading “Women and Girls”
Soldier
We – A month I neglected tolook atyou –you begged me –like without my eyesyou don’texist. You’re dressedin blackT-shirt, jeans,broad shouldersfill out your leather jacket. You look un-ironed Your hipsslim slippedinto black jeanswith white knees faded. Your stomach – guarded.Below your sternum:A soldier wound –A gaping – blownapart, cavernous hole. I know it exists. SeenContinue reading “Soldier”
