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
Tag: poem
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
back on the shelf
all of these silly poems
written about you lining up
like unnecessary soldiers
to collect dust for me
in a random journal waiting
arbitrarily to be tossed
one day in the bin by
some stranger who never
knew what it felt like
to cry over the words.
We were here yesterday
I’m taking our words.
They’re all I really have left of us now that we’re both gone.
Some call it red 