She is the blind eel that slithers
Winding, around my ankles
Threatening a shock, but never giving one
In return for the shadows of my legs to ripple on the water.
Skin. A membrane. Layer upon learned layer
of sadness. Blinking without cause. Eyelids thicker than callouses.
Love is not enough. Love is not enough. Love is not enough.
Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 7:08 PM UTC
Depending on her mood, I swim
easily between two fixed points of
rage and despair. The winter is coming;
Soon I will be frozen in her icy shadow.
So I had better choose my position wisely.
Long shadows don't scare me. It is only her
who will mourn the absence of sunlight
on half of her skin. I swim happily
in the darkness and grow flesh over my eyes. Eventually the cold will feel like warmth
and I will not mourn the absence of the sun any more
than the eels that slide beneath my kicking feet.
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 12:59 PM UTC
In the dream that night, which was last night,
She laughs despite her mood with me
and I point it out to make her laugh some more.
That day, which was today,
She sits as far away from me as she can
and ignores when I tag her
in a whole group activity.
To sleep; to dream. Therein lies the rub.
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 11:55 AM UTC
I smell the smoke before i can see it,
I feel the rod before it breaks. I burn the cake before it bakes.
that's what it is to me.
I split you off before you leave
I **** myself before i die. I leave before you say goodbye.
that's what it is to me.
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 5:35 PM UTC
He walks on stage with no introduction.
He talks as you thinks a poet might,
her drawls his words and emphasises them in particular points-
rushing through the stanzas like he's got somewhere to be,
a mad Huddersfield dog in a limelight heat. He needs no introduction,
flying into his performance with a level of boredom that seems akin
to a Rider on the back of a prime stallion, fine muscles twitching in
perfect precision as his steed
Cuts
into the crowd. Complete silence from the heat of us,
pure silence in rapture
of this rude grown man who requires
no introduction.
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 5:09 PM UTC
With the coming of the spring, i see your flower bloom.
Would that I cut off the leaves and do harm to you.
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 7:32 PM UTC
Grandma has no grave
In my house.
Ashes are her remains
Underneath the ground.
I saw it, once, a hand-sized metal disk
With holes as big as a one-pence coin
For plastic flowers of various faded colours and dull varieties
By which to shed a tear and moan
That what little she had is now overgrown.
Between you and me, though, she's buried somewhere deep
In Albox, Spain, in a citrus heat
Where her tree grows steady, bearing good fruit
Year after year blooming flowers of white
Strong white, bright white
All the same kind.
Her tree puts forth oranges of sweetness and pride
Not dimmed in all this time since the moment she died,
Though she's been moved, once or twice,
Her flowers still bloom
Sweet, strong, and bright.
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 7:27 PM UTC
Was it an accident that I loved you
Or was it an intervention of fate
The bending of a straight path
To sleep outside your gate.
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 7:24 PM UTC
I wear your eye around my neck now too-
The maximum skin contact I will allow myself with you.
What why had wasnt beautiful, and i will tell you why-
We will never choose guilt over a comforting lie.
Touch me now, and I do forswear
Never again will I picture your hair
Or your eyes, or your mouth, or your teeth or your smile
Or the feeling I get when your number's on dial
Or my masculine comfort in your feminine wiles.
Rule of three, rule of one, rule of nine
Don't think I want ever to call you mine.
But I will call myself yours, gladly will i!
And I will thumb the chain that holds your brown eye
We are Us, You and I, and we are forever we
Gladly I will hold apart from me.
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 7:24 PM UTC
Why go for a walk, when i could talk to her all day?
Why go outside, she's got the sky in her mind!
And why go for a swim, she's got a lake in her eyes!
Why stay up singing stupid songs when i can hold her all night long?
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 7:17 PM UTC