Life told in snapshots
Affixed in negative space.
Our home an album;
Photographs far more vibrant
Than the people we’ve become.
5-7-5-7-7
[28/09/19]
You've got to be bad to get good
Life told in snapshots
Affixed in negative space.
Our home an album;
Photographs far more vibrant
Than the people we’ve become.
5-7-5-7-7
[28/09/19]
Together we wither.
Desperate dysfunctional symbiosis.
Roots wreathe mutual asphyxiation
But we bloom brief, bright
Necrotic ecstasy.
Our small deaths assure me that I’m alive.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
I feel so intensely
The fatal unfurling of each cardiac fibre;
The snap and recoil of too-taut sinews.
The excruciating pain of an impalpable wound.
Precipitation percolates through gap-toothed brick.
Frowning arches sigh fogs of fetid breath;
Caustic sulphur belches.
Saliva stagnates on rough-tongued roads.
The city’s empty belly rumbles.
He is salt-sweet peanut butter.
He is the contradiction of crunched nuggets nestled smooth in peanut butter.
He is rich dairy and earth nutty, peanut butter.
Palette-conquering and claggy;
Stubborn to the roof of your mouth peanut butter.
In his resistance to comply with dry bread,
Unspreadable, peanut butter.
Sits comfortable on hot toast,
Melts in deep– peanut butter.
Smooths over crumb roughness, peanut butter.
With the lid left off too long;
Top-crusted, coagulated and congealed,
Inconsistent, peanut butter.
In a world of nut allergies, inconsiderate peanut butter.
Rebelliously and unapologetically, he has always been peanut butter.
I let him know I love him,
But I love a lot of things.
Peanut butter.
[28/09/19]