Can I hold your
attention for no
longer than a minute,
can I feel the sharpness
of its edge the dizziness
of its centre, can I tell it
a little poem maybe try
and make it think, you
can have it back now,
it has become restless,
there is boredom in
its breath, I guess there
was a moment when I
thought it was my own …
Clay.M

Listen to your soul
Remember your tears
Keep the words your heart speak

These will guide you
Towards that which you need

Believe
Believe
Believe

I chewed through the streets to find you

up & down the avenues of hope

my burning heart raged with fire
when you were there

and you were all that I wanted,
all that I cared for

you brought out the potential in me
when others had shown me the grave

you released my creative freedoms
when others had me incarcerated

all others before you were mere
throwaways, a simple practice
leading up to you

but when the lust had dried up
and my yearn for your thighs
still watered,

I still cared for only you

its when you became the exact opposite
of everything you’ve ever shown me

that’s when the love became scarce:

I could not stand the sight of you
I could not fathom what you’ve become
I could not grasp what lurked behind those fiery eyes

we were once aggressive lovers of dark bedrooms
and now passive strangers on blue-grey streets


and when we cross each other’s paths,
you fidget with your knick knacks
and watch your soap operas

so, I must go
out into the cold
where it is winter
where it is always winter
where the harsh winds sting
and the frost bites as the snow storms
back where my heart still rages on
in the streets I used to chew
through.