the dill of men
I had Christmas lunch today. Might as well I thought considering the recent announcement from those in the know. I had Christmas lunch today. Pickled herring of two different kinds: the dill of men can never go wrong. I had Christmas lunch today. Readymade meatballs covered in beetroot salad a treat. I had Christmas lunch today. Alone. I had Christmas lunch today. Alone.
Poetry Drafts
The Cold Waters Piercing
I found my boundaries
floating past me
as I clung to your
outstretched arm, to
your words
echoing,
I was no longer in pain
no longer wishing for
an end,
I found my freedom
in the cold waters
in the dagger piercing
the ice,
I found my boundaries
floating past me
as I slowly drowned
with you in my heart
,
,
,
Unwound
Satan, filled with the confidence of a man no longer bound to the fire itching, no longer bound to the truths told, walked down the snow covered high street one gloomy Wednesday morning. He was in pursuit of a late Christmas purchase, a late urge building inside, an urge spurred on by the ticking of a clock, the ticking of a grandfather clock – unwound.
Cllrbn
Your collarbone,
I find it oh so
attractive, so
magnetic, so
eroticYour collarbone,
I trace it,
let my finger walk,
stroll,
meander
towards your inner
beingYour collarbone,
there beneath the
strap of infinity,
behind your
truth,
I find me
lost
我爱你
我爱你 I said it & I meant it 我爱你 You taught me & I believed your truth 我爱你 Rough hands seeking warmth and intimacy 我爱你 then and forever the I & you
No Otherwise
Echoes of a distant past echoes of lips hovering echoes of memories ablaze I kissed your knees unbleeding & now there is no one to lie to no purpose amidst the void no payment due no otherwise I hear a Piper calling I hear a Jay hugging I hear a mother’s anguish kissing your knees unbleeding & now only one lie remains only one storyline untold only one truth unspoken only one kiss Echoing
His Callous Ways
Please forgive me Father never was Never was Newer wash Among the few Cleanliness & Showers high An agenda bound No longer Please forgive me For my unmourning Of his sudden depart Of his callous ways to Raising the spring off- Set to be to become Images so foul so foal A horse neighing Kicking up a fuss About leaving it All behind To kick the gravestone Flat To spray paint the lies Across a sky Unlit Across a boarded up Hell He would one day Face
I Can Be Your…
I can be your personal poet Your voice when silence becomes Your overwhelming chorus When the thought of expression Burns your every fibre raw I can be your personal poet Your wind when the sails are Flapping low When the thought of moving Become just that - a thought I can be your personal poet Your razor sharp nails when they Do not understand your situation When you just need a bandaid To cover up the bleeding I can be your personal poet Your voice to shout Your ears to flop Your bunny rabbit and The carrot
A Laughing Sheep
Mutton and lamb shanks on the Offing I stuff my pillow with the leaves of Destruction There are whispers of spring and an early Release The inspiration from a pair of Leggings The stove turned on High The flames of fury Licking She is my sheep to Slaughter Her wickedest laugh My undoing
Define Me Not By Common Measures
Define me not by common measures See me through the haze of truth Abandoned and obliterated Shattered by the awkward pings of life, Your golden flute swinging Your silver tongue spinning Your rustic self squeaking With the impartiality of a Cough, Define me not by common measure Use me Abuse me Or not