Silent

I stood before them, Silent My soul screaming I desperately needed, Wanted their attention It was more painful To be alone in the crowd Then to slice open my wrists Again And again Yet, there I stood Desperately pining For a love I’d never be…

Hour 1–Disclaimer

“Professional driver, closed course, do not attempt.” You know you want this car. You know you want to ease your model-like lank into this techno-womb and feel satin controls against your skin. Of course, it’s nighttime, and cool gleam surrounds you. The machine itself creates its own benevolent…

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…