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for Plato
such a divine gift
lay draped around her neck.
angels pantomiming inside gemstone walls,
each shimmer of light
is a fight,
a scream,
a plea
for release.
grieving diamonds are still diamonds,
trapped in animosity.
Tuesday 27th August 2024 4:28 pm
shoulder the sky
atlas
echoes to the waters edge,
no fractured beauty in the
luminous lost in love.
from ridge
to crest
to flume,
the olive in my skin
flutters.
veins
rust,
ripple,
and glimmer.
this deadened
parcel
coppers.
dock your heart to mine
as we expire,
muted.
Saturday 24th August 2024 3:19 am
the fall
I am covered in
bruises.
i love them because
they are proof
of all the times i fell...
in love.
i am covered in
scars.
i love them because
they are proof
of all the times i thought i fell...
in love
but something else was there to catch me.
i have scraped knees
from being dragged
thru life by my heart
because it moves
quicker
than my feet.
Friday 16th August 2024 5:23 pm
Unpacking the Life of a Poet
I didn’t always have these roots,
There were years that
My hands were kites
And anywhere I laid my head was my home.
And suitcases were not anomalous
And freedom wasn’t a forced prayer in school.
I didn't always have these roots,
There were moments that
Spread across forever
And made time stand still.
And what I could carry was always enough.
I didn't a...
Tuesday 13th August 2024 4:21 pm
The Washing on the Line
The washing on the line is mine, is mine;
The washing on the line, it dries, it dries.
My best friend down the road, he dies, he dies;
Our enemy of old, he lies, he lies.
The washing on the line, it sighs, it sighs.
The washing on the line is mine, is mine;
The washing on the line, it blows, it blows.
Desire for revenge, it grows, it grows;
The guilty man nearby, he cr...
Saturday 30th March 2024 8:20 am
Two Toads
Two toads sitting on a log
One toad pushes the other in
and chuckles to himself
that he always wins
The second toad surfaces
with a satisfied smile
happy to be in the water
where he’d craved to be
all the while
Wednesday 6th November 2019 7:48 pm
Pickles at dawn: The Ballad of Mustard Pickle
Pickles at dawn, pickles at dawn.
Don't let your father draw pickles at dawn.
Mustard Pickle is on the floor,
The Fish-Judge throws him smirks.
Their fruit is growing tentacles
And squeezes 'till it hurts.
The fruit unzips old onion skins
To bare the rotten flesh.
She sprays sour wounds with vinegar
To clothe the naked smell.
The fruit then puts on hy...
Sunday 12th June 2016 5:54 pm
An Animal Painting
Cackling cows, but the milk is sour.
Poison meat that we devour.
Broken hearts left to cower.
Thursday 10th December 2015 9:12 pm
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