Tag Archives: life

A light in the night (poem of mine)

You are Valium to me
An ease on the lips
And the hips
And the smooth swing of comfort
Ease me
Storms creak
Beams tighten
And minds sway like
Ships in the night.
A touch of the lantern
Some thoughts of you
And pink lips
And darkness.
I do not like to leave late at night.
Let me stay
Let me stay
Let me stay.
A ship sways
Light folds on the horizon
A memory
A memory
A light
A light
Eyes and hands
A light in the night,
A light in the night.


I remember (poem of mine)

I remember the rush of the air

The sense of death

was so alive

in the pulses

surrounding me

I think I died many times

before I was here

and the palpability

of loss

and regret

as thick

as the wish

on my lips.

A full moon

and black, black


a hand on mine

in the night

I meet your eye.

Do not deceive me


black night.


As I was

surrounded by your smog

to breathe

was a dream.

I lay untouched

in my fort,


Do not touch me.

I remember

I remember

the air as thick as burning timber

And to breathe,

Like a dream,

your hand on mine

A dream,

A dream,

A dream.


Old. Home. Dry. (Poem of mine)

And those old eyes
I still saw them
spreading with
the age in her face
And every time she walked
I saw hurt in her bones.
And I don’t know how many
Nights I cried
Thinking of life
Without her
And loneliness
Like a fist of self pity
And my heart beat so fast
When I stopped breathing
I felt relief
And sweet
As a sheet.
I never saw her drink again
Even when wine flowed like fountains
And parties flooded around her.
I will always write poetry
For you.
I hold your hands
And veins flow,
Like shallow rivers.
I sink like a stone
in the water
Forever seems like tomorrow
In this grasp of sunlight.

On a Summers Day (poem of mine)

When I was waiting
For the phone to ring
I stood beside myself
And watched me
An empty rhythm,
A faucet,
And a tap,
And a drop.

And I felt cold,
Although the sun screamed red,
And my skin curled
In the shooting blue of the day.

I waited for a call,
And I read a book,
Words revolving on the pages
And I felt sick as a child
In a teacup.

The birds span overhead,
And the grass held its breath
Beneath my back.
I exhaled the light of day,
And watched a swallow,
Turn North,
In the bluest,
Tailspin of a sky.

Cherries (poem of mine)

We are meant to blossom
From that shy green
To this
Mystery cherry red
The floodgates will open
And we will rush in
Our fate is sealed.

We are these,
Beautiful burdens,
Hanging from these heavy branches.
The mercy is,
We are beautiful in the ignorance,
Beautiful in,
The suffocating jackets
Of our cherry red skin.
Bewildered in our beauty,
Rubies in the dark.

Send me back (poem of mine)

Tainted apple of my soul,
In my envelope of hope.
What worm
Hunted your silky flesh
Like a rifle to your tenderness.

I hate the night,
I resign to sleep
Then I wake,
Grey brained as a cigarette.
Just send me back
Boil me down.

Or let me rest.
Just a raindrop
on your windowsill.

Biscuit in the kitchen (poem of mine)

I ate a biscuit
A ginger one
Looked out the kitchen window
And the grass was stiff,
could snap.

And my sister was having her life
And the cat was having her life
at the cat flap.
That little window like a little square soul
with little interesting birds
or whatever they were
Moving around
And keeping her alive.

Sometimes I forget that I am empty
I forget that people think I’m nice
But I feel crabby and scabby
and just leave me alone.

Without words and poems
I can’t even feel how empty I am
And my soul has no little birds
like the cat and her window.