Its Near..

Oh! the joys Some of our little toys, We closed our eyes, Dreams came insight, They were big but clear, We were small but near.   The time passed We grew old They got lost here, Or we came far somewhere,   Now we keep…

Awake (1)

Your alarm goes off too early. One last cuddle followed by brushing, dressing, bed heaving as you lace your boots.   My alarm goes off too early. No work today so what the hell … return late night texts, check emails light dimming as I…

“Our Atlantis” (Hour 1)

Bubbles rise to the surface, as my lungs deplete of oxygen, not knowing exactly where to begin, I start my task, with one swig of my flask, as it starts like a flash, not caring about the lash that may be, but simply waiting to…

Violent Submersion

violent submersion eyes wide and arms outstretched in the midst of thrashing and trying to catch your breath a clear vision an agonizing realization you played a part and refused to see this is how it would end it happened slowly and played itself out as…

Bath-tub Baptist -Poem for Hour 1

Baptised into a new religion; You’re the minister – I’m under supervision, Soaked in holy oblivion, You balance the weight of my thoughts And the burden of all the ‘oughts-ta’ As you pour on more water, And try to imagine some names To whom we…

Needless to say I am drowning.

The bed I made, already grave, I try to grasp at hope to save, to see myself sink further still, the surface mocks, exhausted will, and quest of something true, with ease, slips out into uncertainty. But I remember myself. I look inward. My insides…

Underwater

here I fall, these shackles bind my wrists, my ankles and my neck too and this heavy chain to hold me together as if my limbs will fly apart shall I hold my breath? I’ll hold it for now watch the sun shrink to a tiny star…

Go!

Waking calmly from an oversleep Feeling my baby curled into my back Starting! Jolting off my cloud Running to the bathroom Using the toilet Washing hands and face Getting a big glass of water and taking the daily pill Lumbering into the basement Folding Moving…

Spaces

In the spaces between wrong and right I hold my peace Suffer desire   I’m on the edge of darkness I can’t see where I’m going Or where you’re coming from   Don’t leave me here between If I’m right We might just be Be…