Poetry Blogs (worry)

If I am your world

with my head lying on your chest,

then is the b-beat b-beating tectonic plates?

Is your heart safely caged?

Can I lift my head or will you break?

You are the love between my legs.

You are my love, between my legs.

Are you the birthmark on my flesh?

It beats: s-stay s-stay...

Is your heart safely caged?

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And the line from that song is my reassurance in life

 That all is ok and alright and live now

and then I just watch as unbidden

I spiral back around and then I'm lost and then I'm here

Can't I just go just let go just calm down

Can't I just watch and listen and live in my round

And here it is, my mind is just unsound

Burdened by my future that is running afoul 

It's not a ...

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You want to let it go
then let her go
she has her life
and it is quite clearly without you
...........for the time being

Are you frightened of becoming
like your mother?
Hated by the daughter?
Never speaking or giving her the time of day?

Then, I wish you well my dear
Fear is your teacher
and worry your god

I fear for you
and worry for your future
as you do not yet know
what i...

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I can’t tell you.

But last night, you entered my chest

for play, some kind of game, like ‘Operation’

and then I couldn’t sleep

I jolted – shivered – jerked – quirked,

now my eyes don’t close

and my body is a pulse,

you tiptoed across my ribcage,

leaving foot prints enlaced by landmines,

you slept on my lungs,

short wired my arteries,

you clipped the circuits of my ...

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The dread is of ending

with no goodbye,

into that night never-ending

not knowing the why.

Occasionally foetally curled,

sensing death in unstoppable flight

men cast repellent out to the world

all thought of life 

so live they might. 

Laid, fear-filled,

and helpless

entrenched,

tented,

or lost

exposed to random precision,

death falls

as cold...

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I worry about my brother because

He's taken to writing poetry

After his girlfriend took off.

I worry about my brother because

He's based so far away

For uni and his job.

I worry about my brother because

I don't think mother fuckers understand him

The way he ought to be understood.

I worry about my brother because

Dark places are easy to get lost in

An...

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