I want to twirl you around the stars.
Show you the beautiful comets.
Hide you from the sun, for he will get jealous of how bright you shine.
Kiss you on an asteroid.
While we slowly make our way to the moon.
Where we can be together forever.

The curve of his mouth
Echoed the movement of yours,
With its subtleties noticed
Only in the light of day.

The edges blurred.
The caffeine in my veins
Turned alcoholic
And I’m tipsy now,
Tearing up letters
And trying to remember
The taste of your name on my tongue.

His dimples arose
And I saw your blue eyes
In his brown eyes,
Some strange transfiguration
Of my memory.

Fiddling with the napkin,
A worry stone to quell
The jittering in your stomach,
To suffer the silences.
You shouldn’t have let me walk away,
Down the cobblestones
And around the corner of the night.

Sober and shaking with regret
For ages and ages
And I spend the last of my money
On a one-way ticket,
Hoping you’ll be sitting
In the same cracked claret-coloured chair,
Waiting.

Maybe I’ll kiss your cheek this time.
I won’t be afraid of the lipstick stain,
Like before.

Sometimes I feel
I should be dead.
The fact that everyone hates me
is still in my head.

Sometimes I feel
I should just live.
Ignore the hatred
in me, I should believe.

Sometimes I feel
I should not write.
Hatred in comments
it does not feel alright.

Sometimes I feel
I should just write.
Ignore the hatred
I can win this fight.

Long Life


Now that the hope for a metaphysical heaven has
Declined longevity is the new mantra, to live till
Ninety and beyond is the goal.

Everyone over seventy must do exercises, go
Early to bed, eat very little, that’s easy now that
Food is getting expensive…and be ***** free.

It doesn’t matter if the last decade is spent in bed,
It’s possible to do stretch exercises from there,
And to remember who you are is not important.  

No one talks about quality of life, I rather die on
A glorious day when sea and sky are in harmony,
Then in an iron bed in a room that has a white wall.