We didn’t just break;
We shattered.
Smashed irreparably into fragments.
I cannot conceive that time will grind
The shards of us to sand.
You've got to be bad to get good
We didn’t just break;
We shattered.
Smashed irreparably into fragments.
I cannot conceive that time will grind
The shards of us to sand.
Don’t sweat the big stuff.
It’s probably fine and you’re doing fine.
You’re probably doing better than fine.
You’re probably doing great.
Even if it doesn’t feel fine–
It’s fine.
Don’t sweat the big stuff.
Don’t sweat the small stuff either.
But the big stuff?–
No, definitely don’t sweat that.
I know I must have been happy then.
And if I concentrate hard enough, I can almost feel it
Between scrunched eyes and clenched teeth.
Crap-shack coffees–
Freshly gravelled,
Tarmac black;
Sigh steam through porcelain exhausts.
Acrid essence, urgently huffed;
Strips nostrils,
Reds eyes.
Fortunately,
Burnt tongues are free from taste.
Domestic bliss marked by the metronome of a dripping tap;
Love letters etched in the limescale of our kitchen sink.
Mess mounts all around us.
Seemingly profound first line.
Attempt to elaborate whilst willfully remaining obtuse.
Realisation marked
By jarring line break;
Fragments of sentences.
Surprise! It’s really a metaphor.
Missing you is a sickness.
Love may be a blessing
But I can’t help hating
That even my own body rejects me.
I am alone.
I had a spot of bother and was challenged to a fight.
My bear-friend said he’d help me like a brave Arthurian knight.
I thought he’d be an ally with his teeth and claws so scary!
Alas, in actuality, the situation got quite hairy.
[05/02/19]
When I was walking home one day I saw a little fox,
His pointed nose protruding as he rummaged in a box.
He had a twinkle in his eye, for that I named him Sparky.
But the moment that I turned my back, he ran off with my car keys.
[18/03/19]