morning hustle
amorous clouds shed
kisses for concrete
Category: poems
lipstick
sip tea from dainty china cups
imprinting lavish coloured stains around the rim
the footprint of painted lips
a kiss thankful for the sweet taste
remain crystallized for the next sipper
The way we sway
It’s clarity
you’re looking for something
you’re not even sure what it is
you reached your hand out for it
but it was gone
You missed it
a clear moment
when you can see everything as it really is
and everyone is human
the same as you
because usually
you’re spinning
and you’re dizzy
You don’t know how you got here
but in this moment
you’ve forgotten your doubts
and that thing that you were looking for
is with you now
because it always was
and in this moment
there’s no hesitation
and you’re not afraid
You’re powerful
because usually you’re spinning
but here you can see
You were never really spinning at all
eavesdropping
in the book shop under poetry
two strangers whispering
the first, “why is poetry so expensive?”
the second, “because poets are starving.”
I think that I could stand
to lose a few pounds
and then wonder briefly
whether it’s best
to stop writing
or skip dinner.
before dawn
ahead of the sun
able bodies gathering
to breathe together
and why
Everywhere you
look people are
ferociously chasing after
nothing in particular.
stargazer
her shadow turned to ash
and she sat lusting after
foreign stars, imagining
rolling them over in the
softness of her hands
answering every question with a whisper
waiting
spent an evening
awkwardly on the
side of the road
waiting in the snow
for a bus to come
and take me somewhere
I didn’t realise
I needed to go
a place which finally
reminds me of home
as it were
she’s aching
he’s on his best behaviour
they sleep in
lips
many lips
singing their own
praises
Some call it red 