Everywhere you
look people are
ferociously chasing after
nothing in particular.
Tag: reflection
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
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.
The 8-hour office
They placed her in their 8-hour office
numbed her soul as they closed the door
locking her in like a bird
in a cage, demanding it sing
to impress eager visitors.
She spun in their office chair
(without the excuse of childhood)
took their humdrum pen to command
tedious technical information, but
all that came to her was poetry.
When they returned later to see
how she got on with their work,
they found an empty chair
spinning indifferently, and
marveled at her disappearance.
She found their tasks a
prosy impossibility, you see,
and she angered at the sheepish
nature of time, the clock
that couldn’t quite keep up.
So rather than wait time out
she inhaled tasty breaths of
otherworldly air, clicked her heels together
and disappeared indefinitely into her
ravenous imagination.
St. John’s
club of dapper homes
paint land with conversation
roll to the ocean
rewind
rewind to the end
inhales and exhales came free
now I have to pay
tastes like
this moment tastes like
delicious, off-limit cake
eaten in secret
on not getting the job:
though they claimed
to regret not being able
to offer her the position
she couldn’t help but roll her
eyes in disbelief and claim
herself that she never
wanted it in the first place.
get over yourself
I understand that your threats are meant to make me feel
small,
but when I watch you making them all I see is
a big baby
throwing a
bigger temper tantrum
and then
sucking his own thumb.
Just cause I won’t let
him
have
his
way.
No matter how large the physical difference,
or however much damage might be done
you’ll always be smaller than me…
How could I ever take such a
desperate sight as you
seriously?
Some call it red 