First Christmas
One whole year's
time emptied
Like lace leaves
From the cold trees
Skeletal wisps
You are missing
attic tinsel
Boxed deep and dusting
With bristles flaking
From the broken spine
So no silver lines
Our crisp, black-branched pine.
Tuesday 30th March 2021 10:26 am
December Bones
Christmas fairy lights still dangle,
Plastic string of neon candles,
Hallowing the wreckage of the year.
Streaming ‘River’ on repeat
River Warbling marrow-deep
Wash away those spiteful, December bones.
From jigsaws sat on nickel knees
To whisky-nursing you in sprees,
Femurs first you left us piece by piece.
Frailty distils the waters
Trickles down through all your daughters
...
Tuesday 30th March 2021 10:22 am
Cinquain #2 (Tired)
Tired
of taming lions,
of dark, eyeless mileage,
of piloting this wondrous ark,
of you.
of dim-heart-riots
rotting fleshy timber,
of all the cages - rusting through
and through..
Tuesday 30th March 2021 10:14 am
Cinquain #1 (Stretch marks)
Stretch marks.
Silver ripples
on a pearl pond, he says.
I don't need him to love them, but
it helps.
Tuesday 30th March 2021 10:11 am
Kemah Bob
Kemah Bob
The chime-chirp glint in your talk
pep-drawling, through my grit-clogged Samsung speaker
like a wise blue hedgehog with salacious
pips and chings of playground secrets
makes my covid swab a shade less eye-popping.
My cobbled, shapeless day seem masterful.
Tuesday 30th March 2021 10:07 am
#6 (thank you, dears)
Thank you, dears.
For marched words
rawed bare, from
placard rage
to simpered
platitudes.
For now, plain,
awful grief
is just. Mine.
Tuesday 30th March 2021 10:04 am
#5 (cackling stress)
Cackling stress.
Cold, gravelled
perching ground
around my
clavicle
and sternum.
Clawed and pressed
to cliff's edge,
don't, look down.
Tuesday 30th March 2021 9:57 am
My last night, in the flat we almost shared
You've already left.
537 miles North of me, of us.
I'll ruffle up to join you in four (agonising) weeks
but to my unconcerned shame,
I'm too sad to sleep in that bed without you, too ungoverned.
Nostalgia, even the warm kind, is too much feeling for me.
Something about it has always made my lipids curdle
and an unpleasant tickle cloud in my brain.
The street ou...
Tuesday 30th March 2021 9:40 am
Poetry Prompt: 'Forever is composed of nows'
Just the right amount of squeeze
at my hip
of a lemon
on the pasta we craft for each other
of the sponge he knows I don’t like to touch when wet.
A tongue, a croissant, a bottom smack,
exactly when we wanted one
A well-timed tease, balletically treading that tightrope line
from this now, to the next, to the next to the next please
Moments studded above our ...
Saturday 9th January 2021 3:36 pm
#4 (calvin kleins)
Calvin Kleins,
Connection
French, lovers
not inclined,
in the norm,
to fondle
each other.
But I fold
an orgy.
Saturday 9th January 2021 2:59 pm
Procrastination
my partner says
I can’t write anymore poetry.
until I take out the bins
complete that assignment
(for which I’m paying thousands for the privilege)
and preferably have a shower
not out loud
but I hear it in his sighs
and the way he closes the cupboard doors
Saturday 9th January 2021 2:53 pm
#3 (sister mine)
Sister mine.
A perfect
spite-jewelled child.
Eyes and smokes
rolled, over
our shared veins.
Frayed but firm,
trapping us
in warm blood.
Saturday 9th January 2021 2:47 pm
Tips for a clean breakup
First, fumigate
Your cell walls fresh-free
of their love.
Second.
Odious
poison barbed
bitter nothings
must be dumbly plucked from each pink pore,
thrown to landfill,
labelled 'Hazardous biowaste, may cause hideous burns'.
Third, make re-chaste your newly bleach-scoured bone and blotted clean flesh
with a sore blessing of Domestos and clov...
Saturday 9th January 2021 2:05 pm
#2 (my mad friend)
My mad friend,
a handful
of sequinned
wild-eyed zeal,
teetering
on bullets.
Shield-in-mind,
I should call
For backup.
Saturday 9th January 2021 1:08 pm
5 things I remember from the beginning
Giggles and winks at romantic excess
The mountains seem like overkill yes
I’d said with a grin that shone my delight
And fastened my thighs steel clam-snap tight,
The still of his stare, blue-blazing and prised
By billows of sun emulsified
In bright, surf-swept skies and slick seas of cloud,
Long salted kisses, wet noses bowed,
Collateral pass...
Saturday 9th January 2021 12:58 pm
#1 (bitter pangs)
Bitter pangs
Leak puddling
To the floor
The GP
Noxiously
Unconcerned
By women
Crying 'ouch'
For sick notes
Saturday 9th January 2021 11:47 am
new year
Another New Year’s Morning.
Smoked and smooth-whisky aged brain with a stab in the right temple.
Start as you mean to go on.
The primary glee of proverbial blank slates fresh starts new year new me (new you, hopefully)
Rubbing my hands together and over the smooth cream pages of 2021
Ready to splatter in powder paint blue red yellow black pink pink pink..
A Ne...
Friday 8th January 2021 11:22 pm
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