a favourite from December last year:
attempts to alienate confusion
decaf, a necessary intrusion
I miss you.
I woke through my undersleeping
with a melody I can’t contain
the notes are soaring above me
and I’m weeping for the refrain
it’s lilting and hilly and claws me
so is it my mouth
or my soul
shaped this way?
or is mind
in sibling rivalry with heart?
O precious hearts
so full of pain
don’t be hollowed,
you need not try
to turn their face
will not be placed
once upon a time, in a galaxy far far away… (conjured up in the way only music can)
my inner peace
back to you
First day of the year.
Evaluating movement through life’s substance. (Or is it residue?)
Remember when you told me Vaseline was made from gasoline, and here, have some for the healing…
Remember how we wanted that clown for the party?
(I tried to publish this three times and WP didn’t save it for some reason. Hence the title 🙂 …I thought it was just me. Maybe it is…)
So there is alcoholism in my family (in case you’re wondering, it isn’t me). And now I’m in my 40s and only just coming to terms with all of the pain. I was going to write more, but this is really hard.
Rolled up in macabre
you loved/hated your web
how I rushed headlong into the un understanding
I wonder about the phones we made…tin cans on the end of string
your voice so clear
so why did we start playing chinese whispers instead
hanging the whispers on the string like ornaments…
I didn’t even realise until my grandfather’s funeral. The first funeral of someone close to me. That most of the time we think we can hear, until that one thing happens and we realise that all along our head phones haven’t been plugged in. Or we’re not wearing our glasses, or any other kind of metaphorical device that helps us pay attention…