June 21, 2018

Sticky always

The morning thick,
Sickly with its wetness
Laden with the stillness
And you
are ill
Comatose in your waiting
Not restful, resentful
The clock bludgeons you
With its ticking
Teasing its ever present race
One pace ahead, two, three
And you are slowing, steady, ready
To keep yourself heading towards
Nothing, path veering,
Fearing what might be
if you keep on
But you do,
Muddy girl, weighted in your own ways
Stuck in your sticky always
Settled into the earth below



June 20, 2018

Drinking at night

You take a sip
Let the burn roll around your mouth
Like regret incarnate
Swallow,
wince as it rolls down to your stomach
and floats your nerves to the surface,
 You exhale the butterflies,
Let each one be a whiskey kiss
Desperate for motivation,
Directionless in a white room
Turn away reflections because it is just a reminder of projects left unfinished
You always had a problem with committment
Always a problem with yourself
Unfinished ends and old make up
Always dreamer, comfortable in your bed.

June 11, 2018

Find me

Did you see me, or see right through me?
eyes ravenous enough to swallow me 
or drown me in their murky pools, dark water
I swear I could see the spinning in your irises 
you're a whirlpool threatening to drag me in 
as if to say no matter where I go 
you will find me 
pulling me in,
 you say
 "stay, your eyes are dark, 
bathed in brown, with all the naturalness of earth
and all the life the soil can offer" 

June 10, 2018

Love for me

They are familiar,
Your
Broken roots
Jigsaw branches
Fevered shade
Knowing all too well the risk,
Of seeking shelter in you
But when you are the closest
thing I call home
It is easy to mistake your
bark for a tender touch,
And your dying leaves for pillows
With all of the impermanence of
A hollow tree,
I hope you find some love for me.