Never a burden let me be
Better to put me in a sack and throw it river deep
Hoard pills and swallow in one go
Or hold down a thick pillow
Never wordless let me be
Rather tap and scratch codes of meaning
Against hard surfaces
Without words I am purposeless
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 5:16 AM UTC
Make tea
Make it gently
Boil fresh cold water
in a kettle without limescale
Prepare leaves
Smell a pinch between fingers
Subtle and clean
Fine wire mesh
Allows steeping
Time on a watch
to prevent stewing
There is no other word to describe
this liquid colour
except golden
feeling
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 12:47 PM UTC
always exciting when angles change
reminds me of how a couple degrees
is all it takes
to tip my brain
into a shriek
what i mean is how precious an elevation
can be to a viewpoint
a sea of heads and bodies and clutched coffee cups
becomes a weaving
a dot matrix scene
all the people stopping and starting
arriving and leaving
go the other way, sit on the ground
lie with eyes sideways
and commune with the goddess of pounding
feet, footsteps and dropped crumbs,
litter and mice hiding behind signs
whatever view i choose
when the time comes to board
i stand, and walk
returning to the level i was born
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 3:32 PM UTC
Oh no a heartbreak! The original heartbreak of the world and I must tell everyone, warn them all about the precipice that exists on the other side of love. They’ll never know if I don’t take off my red petticoat and stand on the tracks waving it, calling bird-voice, ‘Watch out!’
[the train gets nearer]
‘Dear People, I, cloistered soul, fear you have been misled regarding the nature of existence. It is in fact PAIN!’
[the train gets nearer]
‘All the golden days are over since my lover left my arms.’
[the train, you know]
‘Heed my words and do not trust…’
The train runs me over.
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC
Accept, learn to accept
Say ‘acceptance’
Use it in a sentence
Pretend, I can pretend
Talk all sunny
Excellent pretence
Forget, cling to regrets
Could have beens
Stupid remembrance
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 3:20 PM UTC
here’s what i’ll do
a good british thing
i’ll queue
get to the front, lean on the counter
(chipped and worn and scratched formica)
‘One memory preservation order please’
(it always pays to be polite)
‘That’s not how it works, here’s the form’
(form i can)
thankyouthankyouthanksverymuch
many boxes to tick
many scratches to itch
complete finally, submitted with its
appropriate fee
in a few weeks, two or three
i’ll receive
an unbreakable, unviolatable
memory
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 3:17 PM UTC