I’d lie to you A thousand times over and still Seek your trust with My grand gestures and Pretences – you’d be drowning in them And I would dive in Deep to […]
I wanna live in your pocket And hear your muffled conversations And sense your subtle ideations In those moments of hesitancy When I can feel your muscles flex With the weight of […]
I sit cross leggedMy small hands rummage through aCaedboard box full ofImages of you flush with youth and loveand kodachrome.
I never want to End our transactions – each time I’m riding high and Side saddle to your gracious Repartee and I want you.
Bias: a margin For error that autofills A name suggestion That’s either right or wrong so We press enter and move on.
When being kind is The act of being human And giving over Is as natural as breathing We will never want for more.
I am not your sweetheart Even when I am the sweetest I can be And you need salt to balance me.
I could write a poem about you Writing poetry for a stranger And me, another stranger Laughing with glee And playfully toying With the innocent joy Of being appreciated And unknown.
Don’t wanna seem neurotic and so I Flounder in your presence Drowning in awe inspired desire For betterment, you are better meant for A doer and a sayer – a life slayer […]
Looking for a moral compass in this haystack and all I see are needles. Needless. Waste for wanting, and more than I can take. Taking what I need. No seed of irony […]
Oh shiny crypto: You mesmerize – tantalise Me with your high highs And I’m drip fed your low fruit While you’re grasping my fools Gold.
I’m looking for my honesty Not every day just sometimes When I remember That I don’t know what it is Or if it’s where I left it.
Everyone needs a Mickey in their life, like mine who lights up dark and Shades me from the harshest of days Her beating heart my life blood.
This getting older It feels like confidence and Competence and clarity And yet it looks like Mechanical wear and tear – betrayal by the body.
Does (or can) it exist… … if it waves lily white flags And supremicists raging in defeat…(deceit?)… lose their delusional minds?
It’s been a long time Since fluoro lights and retail Tunes marked time between Makeup and music and smoke From cigarettes in nightclubs
I feel like a dick Most of the time and mainly When I try not to be You know, a dick, cos how fucked Are dickheads and who’d be one
My knee aches today But not my heart, that one is Pumping baby, like I am ready to face this day just right after this coffee…
Revolutionary? To say I love me and you It is not a war And there is no either or Just an I love you …and me
It has come to this: I write Post It notes to me And they say things like ‘You are enough’ and stuff like ‘You’ve got this, you have got this’.