Last Arpeggios

Last Arpeggios Jul 2022

Your look from afar

A safe desire

Behind a veil of wanting

you don’t see, you imagine

me, not as me

but as a part of yourself

I have to leave

before you come closer

Break the spell

and I’ll turn real

Last Arpeggios Jul 2022

Towards a resolution

Born from silence
a primordial motif
in my chest,
dragged heartbeats
evolving
into slow burning noise.
I’d like to give you
This sound wave
dragging my heart
without pause,
ever growing
unless contained in your hands

#love #loneliness #music #romance

Last Arpeggios May 2017

Fugitive

There’s sadness in that step
and fear in that breath
but this smile is fixed
over clenched teeth, containing
rusted rumination.

Hold this hand
to stop that tread
which crosses the road
with haste, chasing
the edge of the pavement.

anxiety

Last Arpeggios Mar 2017

Skeleton Tree

a pat seeks the head
like a hammer the nail
and a hug holds more death
than a coffin in February
and a song plays, over and over
and the space between keys
echoes the voice
of an immortal death

#death #loss

Last Arpeggios Oct 2016

Emetophobia

It’s the season of sickness.
The ruminant roars,
disarms me with hunger,
Feeds me

poison, contagious
violence; ****** of my
Control, spiller of
my Secret:

‘I am gross.’
Bathroom lights stare at me,
Toilet flushes betray my ears.
Only Courage,

Hanging on
the edge of a lash, leaking
with every pause of breath,
can save me.

written October 2016

#fear #illness #anxiety #sickness #emetophobia

Last Arpeggios Oct 2016

Hoarding

Leave then,
but leave them behind

You say,
Wrapping your arms around
the waste, protecting
a pile of photographs

The weight would
break my body

I say,
Turning my back to
this Burden you’ve built
on the floor of our house

You’re hoarding memories,
but you do not ask Me

To stay,
Searching through the pile
for a shadow. The floor creaks.
 If you move it may crumble.

(Can you still breathe? )

written August 2016

#death #memories #goodbye #departure #hoarding

Last Arpeggios Mar 2015

Teenage reptile

You evolve and
meteorites crush
to dust on her hip,
sweep, before
she can make chalk
and spell In Memoriam

Every move you rip
a little further
dispose of her child’s body
break out of her shell
as something alien
(for her survival)

#mother #teenage