Memoriam

There are memories

I have concealed

Jealously

In deep hushed forests

Of dark pine trees

Each needle

A jabbing thought of you.

Deep memories

Buried in winter

That came tumbling out

Because a friend

Was owed some honesty.

Could you,

Make me feel a bit or more or too much?

Not today, not again

Always, forever.

I love you still

Madly and sadly

And differently

And samely.

I love you still

But there isn’t any still

In you or in me.

So I love you

Not as much as I should

Far less than I could

But more,

Far more than I thought.

Today

Today I spent

An age

Staring down

Blank, lined paper.

My laptop

Has a folder

Containing snapshots

By a camera lens

That adored

You both.

Today I hate you both-

A little, very much, 

Not at all. 

Today I wish

We weren't so

Screwed up together.

Today I don't want 

To be a living

Mausoleum; Of your 

Fucking love story. 

Today its 4:40 am

And I would like

A little love

A lot of sleep

And perhaps- absolution.

Today it's killing me.

Today I spent 

An age

Staring down

Blank, lined paper.

Autumn Dresses

Autumn will come again
And I will see it

Amble by

Unlike the Summer Sprint

That broke my heart

The tiniest bit.

I will look forward

To wind and clouds and manic laughs

Thick woolly scarves

Hot Chocolate with marshmallows

With a side of Essays

At the Library café.

I’ll pick a bench

At the Meadows

And freeze

Yet determinedly

Sniff the grass and trees.

I’ll discover

That dresses look good

On me.

I’ll discover

Looking in the mirror

And thinking,

‘Pretty’.

I’ll discover

The world is bigger

And smaller

Than I perceived.

I’ll learn to live

With wanting someone

I’ll never allow myself to have.

I’ll learn to love

Myself more than
I already do,

Narcissistic Personality Disorder

Be damned.

I’ll learn to be me
More completely

Less apologetically.

All this and more

I’ll take from autumn

As recompense

For what Summer

Took from me. 

Smudges and Trails

Sometimes

Times

I can’t admit

To even myself

I think of smudges

And you.

I think of deep red trails

My lips could leave

If I had the gumption

To cross over

And take, just take.

I think of smudges

Marking up

Borders and lines and territories

Precious order

That you love so much.

I think of wrecking

Red carnage on your skin.

Precious chaos

That I love so much.

I think

Of contrasts

And blood red lips

And the jut of a hip

The line of a back

And curve of a neck

An imprint of teeth

And red lipstick

Marking a temporary claim

I like such claims the best.

I think I could

Write an epic on you

Of you

With smudges and trails

And red, red lips. 

Dysfunctional

Once, just once

One time only

In this short life

I would like

To be in love

Dysfunctionally.

Once, just once
I would like

To be in love

Selfishly.

Once, just once

I would like

Very much like

To create a space

A world

A universe

Meant for two.

Just for two.

Me

And

You.

Once, just once
I’d like there to be

No space

No air

No nothing

For anyone else

Just a sacred

Hallowed

Part of time

Cut away

That is

Ours.

Just ours.

And no one intrudes.

I would will it

If I could

That I would be

All you see

All you dream

All you breathe

All you need.

Once, just once

Let’s shut the world out

Too loud, its too loud.

Let’s be in love.

Once, just once

Let’s be needy

Selfish

Co dependant

Stupid

Just a for a little time

Just a moment

One moment

Let me love you

Dysfunctionaly.

Hairspray Curls

If love came neatly
Done up in images
I would easily
Show you how I feel
Instead of all these
Fumbles and Tumbles
I put you through.


I would say-
'Ever since my blood
Leaked alphabet
On reams of paper
I have dreamt
Of a splash of black
Curls, On 1000 thread count
Sheets, White as light.
I have dreamt
Of shedding my
Worldly faces
After an evening
Of careful construction
And climbing in
Beside you
And your hairspray
Curls; The last remnants
Of the artifice
Of an artificial world.
I have dreamt
Of holding you tight
And murmuring,
How even hairspray curls
Smeared eye shadow
Smudged kohl
And washed out lip stick-
Building blocks
Of our worldly faces-
Look real and true
On you.'

That would be my
Image of love
For you
And your hairspray curls.

Endless Summer

Don't end just yet
O endless summer
Don't go just yet.

Wasn't it yesterday
That I settled back
In your rhythm?

Fleeting, flying summer
Don't run so fast
I barely caught you.

Thieving, scheming summer
Don't go stealing
My sun drenched dreams.

My country glimmers
In the rear view of
My sweetheart no more.

I will see Autumn bloom
Stranger in a stranger land
Caught looking back

At the decadence 
Of an Indian summer
That many will never know.

The Old Continent will maybe
Soothe, Your scorches
With a cool and cobbled tongue

But I am left
Without a home
And a summer love unsung.

You don't answer me,
O summer. Just shine
And blind and-

Run, Run and Run.