You have a little cruel streak
How come you’re never smiling when I look at you?
You have very soft hands
No one will love you with thighs that fat
Category: Poetry
Lava on the tips of your gown you come forward, angels drown gathered under the eclipsed sun crumbling castles collapse behind you molten clouds gush ….
I take my leavefrom soft places.Known for an attemptat makeshift grandeur.At the close of a duska gas lamp assumedmonstrous proportion.To outshine and outsize,running lights in ….
Strong
is the word I use
to describe myself.
I have gone through
obstacles,
balanced over pits of lava,
while people stood on the sidelines and watched.
Just cos I ain’t settled for a life of hustling,bustling on the scrounge -‘I’m a lucky sod.’Felt the skin of a four-leaf clover,or the itch ….
Pairs of eyes rovetoxic in naturein savvy glancesincomplete jots.At once alarmed,by harum scarumsof folk crowdingin sap-like waterparrying headstrong.Left to consider oaths,garish on-field and sky,they muster ….
I am afraid,that I may implode on myself. Broken pieces scattered across the floor; my vulnerability exposed,for all the moths to latch on to. I am afraid,to ….
Almost. The most painful word of all.The one that cuts me open in the middle of the night.The one that means something nearly happenedbut didn’t. Because of Fear. Almost.Maybe ….
In, out, in outOut out, inout, in in.Breathe Eyes – ripTear at me and leave me bare.Holding in aWhimper. My body attempts toMould itself.Into the crowd ….