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Under the Sheets

Under the sheets, you love.
You breath soundly, sleep deeply, you
encompass emotions, 
no longer the impression of togetherness.
Stitches that have been picked apart
by loneliness. 
Cracked cement between two bricks.
100% eggshell Egyptian cotton sheets,
pulled tight across the mattress, wrinkle free
as the perfect child-like face of a 
twenty four year old man,
not for sale.
The jar of sweets on the top shelf that a 
desperate infant fails to reach,
but do they give in to the inaccessible?
Under the sheets, you speak.
Words, intermittent off your tongue as sunlight searing 
through desolate trees.
I catch a few that please me, swallow them whole.
You rise and fall with me, two
leaves in an autumn breeze,
who knows if they’ll decorate the same pavement,
or if the path it leads to will match.
A song written by a foreign agenda that
I’ll never quite decode.
Your hand grips mine in accidental sleep.
I pretend you are awake.
My fingertips interlocked with gold,
they are so lucky, tucked into your palms,
clinched in the calm.
They squeeze back for dear life, dreading
the dawn; the ceremonial opening of the gift that
reminds me of the rarity that I hold,
One-off moments, cherish them as a rainbow at Christmas.
Under the sheets you are free
to truly be 
with me.

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Wallpaper

The others turn to wallpaper,
an amalgamation of colours,
reds run into blues run into greens.
A palate of insignificance
submerged behind our corneas,
may as well be grey.
Nascent in our welfare womb,
sharing oxygen: I breathe in, you breathe out.
The curves of your fingertips
tease my acrylic French tips.
Then I turn to wallpaper.
Plunge a clenched fist through my chest, and
pluck at the strings that engage in each glower.
Graffiti to the grave.
Your tongue-tied texts and 
speechless songs 
compile that composition.
Phone calls squeezed into
itchy interludes,
last drops of water from a sponge.
Ensnarement.
No release from our declining rapport,
evaporating as those drops from the sponge.
I feel wrung out and parched,
thirsty for what once 
drowned me in delight
And now you turn to wallpaper, and I 
make an ornament out of my 
damaged goods.

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Big Sister

If her pain serves to please you
She is all out of words
If her joy won’t amuse you
Her trust will be reserved
She’s begun to realise
That she’s not all at fault
Deep beneath those hate-filled words
She sees your true revolt

Oh such verbal skill you have
Howls harsh reality
As deep beneath the silence
Screams your veracity
Buried ashes of someone
Who hasn’t even wilted
She’s still alive, so don’t give up
Connections are just jilted

Wade through the stupidity
of your churlish stubborn ways
That negative energy
To get you through the days
Rummage for responses
Slave labour you can keep
Contagious as those bitter words
Adrenaline pumps deep

Pull in those reigns that haunt you
Take off your amour now
Bite your nails down to the quick
This hurt you should allow
Be sorry, please recognise
All those wasted chances
Now they’re gone, and it’s too late
All-in wicked glances
Comments shoot straight to the bone
Leave scars the blades so sharp
Immune to those words she’s known
Leave pin pricks in her heart

To peel away in the heat
Leave her raw and exposed
Naked, pour out empty threats
Words are super imposed
Skin etches out the journey
Grows each autumn and spring
Overbearing bitterness 
Twisted comments brewing
You will not admit but some days you miss her
Your partner in crime, your big sister

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When I Consider

When I consider how my life is spent,
Both nights and days rolled into one, a smudge.
I wonder how my love you can begrudge,
For in my heart deep down you’ve left a dent.
A dose of harsh reality ferments.
You were the only one who would not judge.
Mixed memories of us together trudge
My mind in search of somewhere safe to vent.
Unfeasible to find this love once made.
My spirit fails to dictate what comes now.
A blanket of snow fell through the cold night,
Your footprints as it slowly melts will fade,
And as the ice comes next I will somehow
Glide over such a past and painful plight.

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Lasting Impressions

Lasting Impressions

From the window, lightning
It’s lasted twenty minutes now
Visible, jagged bolts
A dot to dot that darts across the sky
Growing in size, an angry streak
I stare in awe, astonishing gold
Something to be watched for free
No flick of a switch can stop this animation
Spreads like wildfire, far out to sea
Beaming down on the waters, a brilliant blue
Startled dolphins collecting in marvel
To watch the display of metallic lights
Intrudes the sky, intermittent as a faulty bulb
Revealing sleeping clouds above
They wake for a second and glow, pulsate
With a silvery almost lucid pink tinge
A pure, pre-eminent firework display
The sound of thunder’s gone astray
No harsh winds, rain or sleet
The night composed, a tender breeze
Ice particles above freezing level collide
Magnificent white light
Silver tinsel and rapid static waves
For a split second
Then it is gone
Unlike a plane no impression is left
No trace of its trail
Just a memory

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Crescent of Craze

Tender lump, my forehead pulsates in rhythm
Room still sways on harmful hinges of repercussions
I sit staring, pressed up close, aligned with cool glass
The moon, a silver crest lost in a pit of dark uncertainty

Sickly swaying lessens, album greets the carpeted floor
Diamond encrusted, painful white gold; I feed it in fury to the moon
Flames lick at those heart felt letters, fight over empty words
Vodka. How can something so patent can be so intense?

I track its metamorphosis religiously
Each night eyes fixed on the glow
But the face I came to know and love fades soon

Time hinders, i regress, a mole to soil
No calm consideration or hopeful heart
Esteem of mine declines with the sun’s descent
Cry to fill the sink with tears of you

Authentic dresser holds my truths, sure to join the rest
Heap of broken sensations, amber heat, rising smoke
Standstill. Spot last pitiful shreds of paper
The blaze my heart, my heart a blaze

I track its metamorphosis religiously
Each night eyes fixed on the glow
But the face I came to know and love fades soon

Squint at the raw situation, chaotic scene
Back to the shrine dedicated to times relived 
Lift the plug, drain or perhaps drown the tears of you
steamy glass, observe once more that silver slither of prospect

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Scared Child

Scared child, do not let her deliver your fate 
Shadow of iniquity - she wants you dead
Your post box must block her parade of sheer hate
To devour your self-esteem, that’s her trait
She’s full of elation if you’ve not been fed 
Scared child, do not let her deliver your fate 
She’ll make you believe she’s your passive soul mate
Unravel your dignity thread by loose thread
Your post box must block her parade of sheer hate
Blossom blushes and drifts from lack of weight
Scarlet scars on pure porcelain her words spread
Scared child, do not let her deliver your fate 
Fingers like splinters, what a mess she’ll create
Clogs up the plughole with limp hair she helps shed
Your post box must block her parade of sheer hate
Each hunger pang sparks an internal debate
Once dark, stiff as steel she slides into your bed
Scared child, do not let her deliver your fate 
Your post box must block her parade of sheer hate

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Penalty Fare

Chairs stare at me, judging,
lights dim in exasperated gloom;
They saw this coming, right?
Told the borders of the room
to shrink around us tonight.
To shoot disillusions.
Ceiling somehow mirrors
the sting from your love bite.
Each thrust a thrill, a terror
A ‘what if he comes in?’
Wine glass stained with bitter
consequences of the rush
of how and if and when
and oh my god it feels so right.
I flush those images away and rinse
the right from wrong.
Would have been elated if
This would have happened then.
Before the penalty was ruling
over our performance tonight.
Your kiss a magnitude of what
I hate about myself; those arms,
branches from a golden trees,
those hips, those pebble looks,
those clay-like violent thrusts.


Those grips as if I’m melting fast,
those lips as if I’m precious air,
those stares as if I’m made of glass.
Won’t you shatter me tonight?
Because then I won’t have to.
Wrong but right, for centuries
we face this predicament
but do not know the grasp
until it’s propelling us
into a world we cannot cope with.