"haem" poems
I'm just getting in the bath,
Someone else wrote the letter,
I don't want to make a. Mess.
Draw me the water
I point at the tap
Burden no family
Hold my head under icecaps.
Merkel Cells, diluted sensation,
The end of fingertips cant feel your
Flesh.
Shriveling in the cold,
Shivering to stop freezing,
But I cant. What am I doing?
Can I want this now, errectores pilorum erected.
Have I set motion to,
Cogs in a watch I cant adjust.
my lungs mark absolute zero
this is me sitting in chemistry class
english
10th grade
asking sam to suffocate with me
every alvioli is pinned by ****** as thick as knitting needles
my chest is permafrost
my sternum, antarctica
the ribs hollow out
capillary beds lose all the haem
out of their erythrocytes
I'm losing St. Elmo's Fire.
The baths still panting out,
Water roars, gushing spout.
Proud the current sweeps me through,
The porcelain lining this white hell bathroom.
It's bone cannot hide from my blood,
As if I'm isotope 226 of Radium.
Heat seeking marrow.
My serum is Hodgkins Lymphoma,
Tearing through sheeting tile,
Like a young cancer child,
Afflicted,
Leukemia,
No chance,
No good blood left,
To let.
Soon, it will all be gone, and the rivers that
freeze in my arms, and the ribs that are icicles
form, and the atrial canal is not like Venice,
it is the Rhine in winter, the Volga during
the solstice.
Spring will never come again.
Spring slipped its head into the bath water, like my own.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 11:34 AM UTC
We are the material of dreams
A constellation falling into place
We live on edges and whims
An exploration in the dim
Our cigarettes are brighter than our eyes
Kisses forced and unjustified
Our lips reek of haem
And our veins burst at their seams
We fall with a dull thud far from elegance
Mirroring our left of paragons
'Am I to last?' I remember me say
And you say crying, 'Your sad eyes gave you away'
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 7:54 AM UTC
Hannah and I
lie on the grass
by Arrol House
she shows me
a penknife
her father'd brought
home for her
a thin bladed one
with a white handle
it's in the palm
of her hand balancing
it looks good
I say
that's not what
Mum said when Dad
brought it home
Hannah says
what did she say?
I ask
Whit did ye brin'
'at haem fur?
she said
what did your
dad say?
nothing he pretended
he was deaf
and just gave me
the knife and went
and sat in his armchair
and read his newspaper
how do you understand
what your mum is saying?
I'm never sure
if she's being angry
with me or if
that's just her
being nice
probably the former
she's seldom
nice to people
Hannah says
she puts the knife
in the pocket
of her skirt
and says
where we going then?
we can stay here
if you like
I say
lying in the sun
and talking
o sure
and have my mum
peering out
the window at us
saying
whit ur ye tois
up tae?
I fall back laughing
what's that mean?
it's what are you
two up to?
Hannah says
no let's go
through the Square
and get an ice lolly
and 1d drink
and look at
the cheap shop
on the New Kent Road
so we up and go
over the mental fence
and through the Square
and go buy
our ice lollies
and 1d drinks
and I wonder
as we walk
what her mother
says and thinks.
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC
I, queen of frost
Shall freeze your thwarted heart
As the blood in your veins comes to a low
I, queen of blood
shall have you bleed through night and day
As the warmth within you soon stops and stays
Together
We give birth
To one of frost and blood
One who shall live forever
for she the immortal queen
One who controls the mortals
One who tames natures beasts
Her existence recorded as one of life and death
For she is the queen that shall freeze and leach
For she the queen born of haem and glacé
For she the queen of frost and blood
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 12:10 PM UTC
This is where we met,
said Lindsay, this cafe,
Kirsteen over by that
window seat, eyes down,
holding a cup of coffee,
thin fingers around it,
I eyed her, at first sight
I was drawn to her, aam
Lindsay fa ur ye? I said
sitting beside her, she
raised her head and stared
at me, what's it tae ye?
she said, I gazed at her
not giving in, ye swatch
nae weel, I said, buck aff,
she said, her eyes focused
on me, I liked her even more,
her eyes , her features, the way
she sat fiery, hoo abit comin'
haem wi' me fur a bite tae eat?
she stared at me, her eyes wild,
yet softening, what's in it fur ye?
she said, I've a braw scratcher,
I said, a bed? she said, I nodded,
she smiled, so I took her home
to my place and we ate and drank
and made love, and been together
ever since, that day to this, ***
passion and of course the kiss.
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC
I wonder why I get lost
Every time my mind wonders to Her.
She greets my heart first
With a furry of freshness so tender.
Her native announces her with "Nkiru"
Royalty with a golden Haem in her vein.
When She steps the roses blossoms by,
Perfuming the arena with an aromatic Reign.
A dime that can crack the ice,.
With the pick in her touch, she revives a dewy rain.
When she switches on the globe in her lense,
On me a shadow of passion rest
Mimosa Pudica I am, her touch awakens my Sense.
Like the sky, she absorbs my sandy smoke with zest.
She is my mirror image
through my every gesture she sees
She is the second Eve to whom I bow.
The breast in her mouth forms nectar I **** like a buzzing bee.
At night a silent whisper to her i send
Patterned and adorned like a swallowtail
A gentle prayer
Indeed to keep her safe 'till I crown her nails...
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 8:42 PM UTC