Am I more than the sum of my parts?Not just a culmination of faded ideasSomeone who can reach for the stars. Plucking them just for you from afarTo stem the horror and nullify fearsAm I more a sum of my parts? Though reality, harsh discordantly smartKaleidoscopic, despicably sheerAm I someone who can reach for the…
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Morphine
Hot daggers driven deep into vertebrae,Magma seeping into disks,Plunging nerves into liquid fireThe enduring pain, waiting to be vanquished.A cocktail, shaken, definitely not stirred,Shaped, coloured beads to be eaten,Drowned with water.Down, down, down the hatch,Disintegrating, infusing, negating the senses,Blinding synapses, fooling, drooling,“Medicated relief”, Morpheus whispers.A hateful adulterous kiss,Stealing pain, slaughtering goodness.Leaving a zombie in my…
Well I Never
I’m sure I never said that to him,Even if he does smell like biscuits and tuna.I would never, I mean never ever,Tell him about his froggy eyes,How they bulge out of his headHonestly, neverOr how he walks like a malnourished snail.You know, one without slime,Very slow, a low smelly froggy eyed manBut I never ever…
Granny’s Sideboard
Pristine Knick Knacks lined shelves of glassDisplayed for all to silently see,Worshipping moulded humdrum chintzReverence held reverently.Doors to sideboard always closedTo protect the objects from invading dust.A barrier against the outside world,One locked with Granny’s whispered curse.Glasses, thimbles, sparkling spoonsPiles of treasured tokens brightA dragon’s hoard on a doily nestA trove of glittering shite.
Krampus
Day broke, the sun achingly came over the concrete horizon, lighting the darkness in dull pink/orange hues as if the city were bruised from an encounter with the night. In winter its weakened rays didn’t really warm the ground at all or provide comfort for his bones that painfully throbbed with cold, then again, he…
Big Brother
The thorny hedge tore, biting flesh, drinking blood as he pushed through from the fey to the real. Fear pulsed through veins powering him toward the daylight away from the perpetual twilight, away from the longing and the magic. The fey had started to tear itself apart, magic was losing itself in a from misty…
England Supporter (euro 2020)
Drink and drink some more, Bare those cheeks to the sky, They said, “you’ve got flair”, But misspelled as you tried, To circumvent those tricky trousers Pulling them to the floor Sticking a flare up your poop hole For the internet to adore Oh, England you’re so very proud, To have this chap do such…
Pantoum Pantoum
Pantoum, Pantoum! You tricky sort,A poem with rhymes in a roundPlayful, joyful, the words cavort,Highly structured resounds. The thesaurus Is a boonA poem that rhymes in a roundTo help make sense, all too soonHighly structured resounds. Don’t worry to much about the beats,A thesaurus is a boon,Just use fingers, it’s not a cheatTo help make…
Death of Childhood
Acidic thoughts lie deep within Burning, aching, darkly lying Into sulphurous, snarling sin The childlike self slowly dying Burning, aching, darkly lying Adulthood approaches in heated waves The childlike self slowly dying No one left to care or save Adulthood approaches in heated waves A roaring, ravaging, rotting mass No one left to care or…
Conquering Writers Block
The nib spat words onto empty page, Filling the decrepit void with spiderlike suffering. Brow tensed and sweat shone Forehead deep, ruffled thought laden Lines chiselled to withhold the torrent A river of imagined worlds washed against Ebbing and flowing its tidal charms Crash through the cranium and over the blank white Held back by…