The Black Hole

I cannot tell yet what you have
done to me
you are victory and you are
vicious murder
even the trees shiver at 
your advancing

But in your heart and in your heart
listen
I keep everything in the 
greying sky as I wait locked
outside
I don't mind
To be warm is a lie I lost
the reason to tell

Slow Train Coming

The defense has become the obstacle
I cannot give it up
it is giving me up
it is waving goodbye
please please please
I look out of the bus window and I see
houses and a golf course
not ready
keeps rattling at the gate
let me kiss you goodbye

just wait
just wait
just not ready yet

The defense has become the obstacle
there is no turning back

The Truth Trap

Despair rose up in me like a flash flood; it had almost reached my heart when I heard a gentle snorting noise.  The small puffy dog who smelled like cake shuffled out from behind a bush.  “Are you real?” I asked her.  “Or are you going to disappear, too?”

She cocked her head and bared crooked teeth at me, as if to say, Does it matter?

I dropped down next to her.  When I wrapped my arms around my knees and began to cry, she butted her head against my leg until I stopped.  The setting sun was hot on my neck.  “You shouldn't be here,” I told her.  “You should go back into the woods.”

For an answer she rolled onto her back. 

Tiredly I laid down on the damp, cold ground.  As I closed my eyes I heard some more snuffling sounds; I then felt her strange fluffy head rest against the palm of my hand.  We will be safe tonight, I thought to myself.  Tomorrow was anybody’s guess.   Absolute safety would never be mine to have.  It simply didn’t exist. 

The Hole in the Heart

The dog disappeared

She didn't care

she never did

Come on please let's go look

It had gone dark

she led us

started walking right through

houses

I tried to stop her

We shouldn't be doing this

She smiled

You were the one who wanted

to look

Into another house

someone is home

another strange smile

the door is locked

I turn to her

I trusted you

She shrugs

The universe is your mother

Entry Wounds

Do you remember the canister of 
fancy nuts 
the neighbours who called us
sinners
they sent it over for Christmas
you held it in your lap and cried
a something drowning in so much nothing
and then the switch in your eyes
but I loved you 
more than snow on my 
birthday in December

Where are you tonight?
I see you sitting on the low-backed 
sofa only a cat could love
discussing Jung and astrology in
the same breath
condemning me in the next
I see you you are so unknowable
I hate one person more and that is
myself

Appreciation

Thank you so much for your interest and support.

I wanted to write about aching beauty
but could only write about the ache
and the anger over aching
at all

The Heat Behind Shadows

This army of

the apocalypse

the taste of water

in my lungs

another memory I cannot trust

but what blessed relief

what blessed relief

at least the

lie is done