On the days of unbrushed teeth,
In the sanctuaries of our beds,
Please help us to accept our wisdom
In the glory of our grossness.
Tag: Diary
05/11/19
Give me that hot robot love.
Oil-slicked parts fitting together perfectly,
Tasting all of you with my cog-teeth kisses.
You and I are electric, baby.
04/11/19
We sit in empty offices
Performing empty tasks
For empty people
With empty minds.
Day by day
We feel ourselves empty
Still promising ourselves more.
03/11/19
There are no sparks of inspiration;
No celestial muse will stoke you to flame.
Instead trust your own resilient smoulder.
Brave hands cradle hot coals.
02/11/19
No unit of time captures precisely enough;
No combination of words adequately conveys:
The severity of my missing you,
The richness of my love.
01/11/19
Welcome yourself to Yesvember.
Accept one month of possibilities
Knowing that success is in trusting yourself.
So many worlds can be built in thirty days.
23/10/19
I clutch hard.
Wet eyes bulge wide.
I choke;
Mat hair,
Rip skin,
Bite flesh.
I suffocate. I drown.
Culprit and victim.
Every single time.
20/10/19
Sitting on drafts.
Long-necked, leggy and awkward.
Skeletal structures,
Suspensory ligments,
Giving way to flocculent notions.
Let prehensile tongues masticate
The roughage of verdant words.
12/10/19
Creased face,
Open-mouthed and wet.
Gulping and heaving.
A suffocating realisation
That you may never possess the capacity
To differentiate my laughter from my sobs.
07/10/19
Bathe the body.
Perfume the shroud.
Wrap in odd numbers.
Lift on four shoulders.
Abstain from make-up.
Remain at home.
Four months and ten days.
