Bodies Broke

Standing there on the twisting stairs,
legs wrapped around the banister
The cocked head leaning back,
throwing out your lonely stare.

A thousand bored nights wrapped
in your tight shawl of love and despair
Oh the pity just seeps off you, the
cold skin of a thousand frustrations.

It just makes it worse than I could care
But I still stand fixed with a potent glare.

Lips like fat potato chips, the body
dysmorphia can’t do more for you,
than I think that I thought we could
together, riding this wave of gigantic…

This wave of gigantic love that truly
fucked us up, spit and spat us out,
until we couldn’t give what was demanded
We were remanded, deported and resorted
to the horrors of the night.

The golden hair clumped in my right hand,
served as a fine reminder of a fairer time
Cast against the natural light, we dreamt
it could last always, but DSM-5 taught
me who was really alive.

(It was you and not I)

Caged room, the small ceilings always
find us kneeling, giving way on bended knees
Our deserved regression an assigned session
despite our former air of a passion kindled,
heated to intense temperatures.

Stepping up the stairs, I can see your green eyes
that silken purple dress which makes me quiver
against the oak and how I wish I’d had a toke,
but we crashed and careened as one, bodies broke.

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Holiday Wishes

Give me a sign so I can start the healing,
We shared the wine around the yearly meeting.

As I don’t want to be lonely this holiday,
I’m taking off my shoes and giving my body to the homeless.

I’d give you my remaining years to be alone with you, for a minute of your time,
To give you one last kiss goodbye and a warm embrace under the leaf dappled light.

Station Song

It’s 2am on an autumn day,
I’m laying in the grass thinking of you.

Forgive me if I think of you so often,
but I am tired, oh so tired.

We never did consummate our love by the bedside table, 
Instead we drank,
we laughed,
we cried…

Oh I had to leave,
had to leave you behind,

Those challenges that you were not home,
they did hurt me so…

But I knew that you would soon be back,
cradling your drink of choice.

Who by fire knew it wouldn’t last,
who could give it one more chance?

We never said goodbye properly,
I never tasted those lips one last time,

It was true that I knew it was over, though, by the ringing of the bell.
I had given my parting shot,
delivered it by look alone,

Even though we never mentioned it,
I could tell by the tone of your c
racked voice, that you wished we had not met.

We drank to our knowledge,
our new fledged independence,
Dalliances of old and… of experiences new.                                                                 Hidden by its absence was our tempted love,
in the station still,
we bid it farewell.

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Photograph by author (B&W film).

A Blues Dance

I see the bus a-rolling, heading down to Centenary Square,

But my mind is all over and I can’t hop a-board.

Can’t you see my dear, I am too tired to move and I need my rest,

Let that sharp little needle stab my skin, let it mix with my blood,

Let me just get my hit and I will handle it.

 

I see the bus a-rolling, heading down to Centenary Square,

But my mind is all over and I can’t hop a-board.

I got into a fight last night, fought a man and brought him down,

Now I’m missing a tooth or two, but don’t that mean any-thing.

I got my dreams but I have lost my hopes.

 

I see the bus a-rolling, heading down to Centenary Square,

But my mind is all over and I can’t hop a-board.

It is Tuesday every-day, but Wednesday is my own,

I take my girl out, let her drop that broom to the floor.

Sweep clean, she is my dream.

 

I see the bus a-rolling, heading down to Centenary Square,

But my mind is all over and I can’t hop a-board.

The rain is falling, oh how the rain falls,

Let the clouds break, bring on that torrent down.

I feel lighter with each exploding drop.

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