Clumsy dismount
down from the scrutiny of
cross cut shredder victimisation
A shamefaced, self-actualising whingebag
My name is Daughter
My name is Employee
My name is Passenger. Payee.
Belonging at an irreduceable remove from
A heart, childishly pasted
in a carapace of postage stamps.
Once kept in albums of purposeful art.
The role is guilt ridden recipient
more often than sender.
Reassembly will be
an inexpert labour of love
But not that kind, amigo
But not that kind
I'm to be my own pet.
I can see that once I was off
I was always off.
All of us who have lived
this close to the end of England
are forever leaving the sea
I am leaving the sea
and everything i've ever dumped in it
Cold chips. Warm eyes, busted loves
It's all now bound behind me.
For the continent For the sea.
Weeping now
and fielding concerned looks
not for me but for the balance
I'm so relieved
I'm so free I could bite something hard
and break my teeth.
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC
Clumsy dismount
down from the scrutiny of
cross cut shredder victimisation
A shamefaced, self-actualising whingebag
My name is Daughter
My name is Employee
My name is Passenger. Payee.
Belonging at an irreduceable remove from
A heart, childishly pasted
in a carapace of postage stamps.
Once kept in albums of purposeful art.
The role is guilt ridden recipient
more often than sender.
Reassembly will be
an inexpert labour of love
But not that kind, amigo
But not that kind
I'm to be my own pet.
I can see that once I was off
I was always off.
All of us who have lived
this close to the end of England
are forever leaving the sea
I am leaving the sea
and everything i've ever dumped in it
Cold chips. Warm eyes, busted loves
It's all now bound behind me.
For the continent For the sea.
Weeping now
and fielding concerned looks
not for me but for the balance
I'm so relieved
I'm so free I could bite something hard
and break my teeth.