Grandma’s Brooch (poem)

Your beloved Grandma,
the tales you once spun-
they come undone.
The stories lose meaning,
as her only brooch aquires price,
with such eager intent to sell,
guess your Grandma was not all that nice.

For you see, it baffles me,
how we speak of and sell the dead,
for the living, for the breathing,
The invaluable death-gift treasure-
trade it for the profitable yet utterly
despicable monitary measure.

I know their bones become dust-
but that is the predicament of time not love,
Their valuables, the totems,
how blessed are the future to hold-
the pasts present-
your Grandma’s “mine”.

So, as you flog her very bones,
for cars and holiday homes-
the embellishment bulks the price,
but your human decency and false fondness,
well, if that is for sale-
then it is not worth buying.

Shadow of the heart (poem)

In the shadow of my heart,
a place that tells of lost greatness,
and holds a bittersweet depart.

How the most quiet and most visited darkness,
holds the best light, an eternal flame,
a shadow in my own heart,
every cobweb spun in your name.

In the shadow of my heart,
where nothing ever gets left behind,
to lay in the sheer black,
blowing dust off a different time.

Oh I wonder if there be a shadow in your heart,
a place where your lovers light dims,
where all your wounds take comfort,
and your dreams come to seek refuge.

An eternal yesterday lives in those shadows,
if you need a love that never falters,
and perhaps a chance at a tomorrow,
come find me, in the shadows.

And you fell asleep (poem)

The stars turned inside out tonight,
boarded up all the reasons to glisten-
and packed away all the splendour,
stealing away each and every glory of the night-
in haste, burying all the shine in the thick
and damning sludge of the night.
And you fell asleep.

As my mind catacombed away from all the light,
from my first ever newborn break of day to the-
sunset of my first loves kiss.
Tearing down the sunsets like paper on classroom walls,
my mind ripped apart all my best joys
and the shortcut dreams to good sleeps.
And you fell asleep.

When my eyes squinted at the brightness, bursting, never-
breaking my sealed doors.
Each and every blink, the quickest and cruelest reminder,
of how I must learn to cope with my all of my darkness,
temporary and permanent.
And you fell asleep.

Love is a chaos (poem)

Love is a chaos,
it is the only catastrophe we willingly walk into.
We dance in the rubble and sing along with the sirens-
even and after, when the power cuts out.
Calling for the ambulances, the brigade too-
but all is too late, the chaos has seemingly formed-
around you and with you.

Love is the chaos that no fast talking, scare mongering-
reporter could ever prepare you for,
it is the danger in the best fairy tales-
but there is no chapter for your personal chaos.
We chase trains for it, pray for delayed planes for it,
skip the paid education classes for it,
because, similar to other chaos’s,
it is a once in a life time thing-
that even if you avoided,
it still reaches you, binds you.

Love is a chaos from beginning to end,
from the conception of the sky scrapers to the whirlwind of wonder-
down to the last piece of smashed glass picked off the floor.
That chaos that chases you when you slumber,
the only disaster you could ever find beautiful-
with a heart that cannot, will not, detach from it.

And when such chaos is over,
when you no longer cough up the dust-
or fear the daylight of tomorrow.
Once that  beautiful, charming chaos
abandons TV screens and runs out of print-
you wonder, how you will survive now it has passed.

 

Forget the cape (poem)

The Disney movies-
bungling my chances,
how can this accent compete,
with white magical romances.
I would if I could-
buy you a fairytale,
all they got in stock,
is this fairy in a headlock.
You see that girl over there?
Her nose a colour of blue then green,
we used to be on the same side,
until she threw me back into the ring.
Peeling the label off a tequila bottle,
they’ll probably ask if she’s a model,
and her eyes will conduct lightning,
that compliment plus intoxication-
is so very frightening….yeah.

I got my friends to keep me insane,
nobody saves the world with-
alcohol in the brain,
but we all put on the cape,
to save tomorrows day.

The fear of monotony convinces me-
of my need to save for a lobotomy.
You never would believe,
that all I know is what I’m trying to leave.
The bottoms of your heels accompanied with-
the odour of your dress,
keep your smudged lips shut,
the sun rise will be less impressed.
I lack the calibre to aim dirt towards your ear,
just because apologies cover stains-
doesn’t mean they disappear,
you may of washed the bedsheets darling,
but the washing machine still knows-
who. was. here.

I hope you got friends to keep you insane,
we set fires to our worlds with-
alcohol in the brain,
just forget the cape,
nothing should never need to be-
saved.

Safe Old Love (poem)

Eyes laced with bad intention and tights that blister thighs,
a duvet full of nights I cannot help but despise-
she ain’t broken but I volunteer to put her on the mend,
is your love for her a stage test for some sweet pretence?

The triangle never alters its shape,
but the edges blur and transform in many ways,
nights out, collars up and songs that never rust,
sacrifice that safe old love for unreliable lust.

Anticipating Jack and Daniel to persuade you into a call,
that flashing on your screen outshines the disco ball,
Not having any effect has become a realistic fear,
words are backgrounds when bodies become near.

When safe love finally loses its evaporating sex appeal,
find me in the shadows, with a soul to squeeze and a mind to steal,
My heart swims in zones of despair,
feeling you close now, but I also need you there.

Safe Old Love (poem)

Eyes laced with bad intention and tights that blister thighs,
a duvet full of nights I cannot help but despise-
she ain’t broken but I volunteer to put her on the mend,
is your love for her a stage test for some sweet pretence?

The triangle never alters its shape,
but the edges blur and transform in many ways,
nights out, collars up and songs that never rust,
sacrifice that safe old love for unreliable lust.

Anticipating Jack and Daniel to persuade you into a call,
that flashing on your screen outshines the disco ball,
Not having any effect has become a realistic fear,
words are backgrounds when bodies become near.

When safe love finally loses its evaporating sex appeal,
find me in the shadows, with a soul to squeeze and a mind to steal,
My heart swims in zones of despair,
feeling you close now, but I also need you there.