Tinkering

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As I tinker with the fourth poetry collection I realise how far I have come, yet I find little comfort in that moment knowing the roads I’ve walked and the oblique paths waiting in the shroud of ignorance. My life did a volta, unexpectedly as if it was a poem and the poet changed their hum. Hum. Hum. Hum. I never knew the power of a hum. A hum can break and undo a life, a solid life as if set in concrete can shatter from a simple change of hum. Huh, fancy that. Ho hum. I tinker and think no further on matters ahead. Shards of moulded clay lay shattered by my feet. I imagine I look naked and lacklustre, finding no evidence of otherwise. The darkest day has turned to night, and in that I find comfort.

Take Two

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Come as you are, come as you were
When the slow snow fell
Across our virgin land,
Seeking glitter and glimmer
Underneath the Nevertheless
& the tinfoil hats
Tightly towered.
Come direct, come circumspect
Through the muddle and puddles
Of the path I present:
A tarp to trap you! Hold you
In my flailing arms,
Embrace my sorrows then
Slice up my heart.
Come as you are, come as you were
Back then, when
We failed
Our hearts.

I’m Tired

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I’m tired, tired
Of staring through one pair of saxe blue
Seeing only lukewarm winds
And faint flakes of glittering glow

I’m tired, tired
Of seeing the same fake limbs flailing
As dawn turns to dusk
On yet another arduous unadventurous
Day

I’m tired, tired
Of putting one foot ahead of the other
Foot, feet, a measurement of yet another
Failed attempt

I’m tired, tired
Of staring through a single pair of saxe blue
Seeing lukewarm winds pulling through
The faint flakes — the glittering glows
Of Christmas

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