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I came home
to sharp green heads
peeping from the
dirty allotment of Time-
where I sank my sorrow
to rest.

Unattended fields
yield no crop-
but there is no mistaking
the colour that
betrays the brown
of my
abandoned mud.

My loss I cannot reap,
yet cannot leave to die!
I want it so badly
to revert into the ground
before that’s where I lie.

 

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Throwing up until I bled
felt good. (I had to get you
off my chest.)
A cry and a can of Coke
dilutes
the acid
which fastens my throat; scratched
from fingernails
that left behind
fine
red
lines;
soaked by the lemon
you kept in the back of your fridge.
(If lemons don’t go bad, why did it
turn brown?)

I want to know
I want to know
because I’m a bastard now.

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There once was a girl
With golden hair,
Curls like diamonds
And locks so fair

She caught a man’s eye
Like the rays of a Sun
‘With hair as fine as yours,
I think you are the one’.

They were happily wed
Under her golden veil
Until a darkened hour
When money grew stale

‘We have no choice’
Her husband did declare
‘But to cut off and sell
Your golden hair’

Their table became full
But her locks did wane
And now she was a girl
With looks quite plain.

‘Where is my wife?’
Said a love gone cold
‘Like my heart she has vanished,
Sold, along with her hair of gold.’

This poem was inspired by a somewhat sombre idea I had for a Children’s book.

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Not so long ago a friend and I were out one evening and decided to dance, using this term especially loosely of course, and did so in the darkness of a Winter night beside a river. That same week a body was discovered in this river and this string of events hasn’t left my mind.

Our fingers traipsed
The glistening molecules
That made up a river
Turned by the moonlight
Into a stroke of jewels.

We danced in the darkness,
Felt beneath the sprinkled light
With breaths of cold
And bustle out of sight.

But under the veil of darkness,
Beneath the façade of springs
Laid a girl of no dance.

She lay as still
And as cold as the night
Under the cloak
Which stole her breath

Our ceiling was a
Crowded moonlight sky
But the only backdrop was death

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