Poetry

This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.

  • There’s a warm hand on my back

    Lovely

    He whispers

    What?

    I ask, checking to see if the sun is what’s touching me

    No

    Just a hand in the just above the small of my back

    He saw me see

    Fix me

    Fix me!

    Written on the wall

    Watched as I panicked in class over All My Puny Sorrows

    The hand is gone from my back there’s warmth around my shoulders as I stand

    The sun is on the other side of the clouds

    I tell him

    And break into song

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  • On lit feet I stared into the space

    Jupiter is coming

    Jupiter is coming but

    Wait

    That’s Arcturus so

    That must be

    My favourite boy in the whole universe

    On the horizon

    Oh I had missed you

    How I had missed you

    And even though I can see into your heart

    Nothing here has changed

    Sometimes in our lives we adopt things

    To spin around us

    Even without a name forged from a silent agreement

    Satellites

    I shuffled straight into Trench

    And I think you know why

    Far away blue light I have missed you

    You and your dust and your possibly dead or being born planets

    Had you missed me enough you will not speak?

    So this is heartache

    But I keep trying

    I’m not perfect

    So this it heartache

    I wouldn’t dare miss him

    He may cringe

    What did he hear I wonder?

    To push and pull and mould as he did the space around him as he wished

    Until

    Spark?

    Sounds like a cop out

    Sounds too simple

    Sounds too easy

    But he did it

    I wonder if the ladybug did?

    Vega will

    Arcturus did

    Aunt and Uncle Sirius

    Bellatrix

    And Rigel

    I wonder what’s different

    I wonder if I sing to them if they’ll have planets of their own someday jealous of their neighbour’s yard.

    Life could be the cute new planetary accessory of

    What year is it?

    Fuck now they’re fighting a war over what year it is

    I wonder if any of them agree?

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  • The only person who has ever startled me into jumping

    Dropping something

    Is me

    Only I know me well enough to give my self a start enough to drop something

    Do you still feel guilty for being able to afford to eat today?

    Because I do every day

    Over Mr Noodles

    Made from clean water

    On a stove

    It doesn’t make perspective so much as perplexes

    The mind to think

    It’s not like we’re not trying

    It’s just there isn’t enough work

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  • Throwing a peace to the sky

    Get! For free~

    The language unfolding to me

    マーズの天気って今…sandstorm

    It couldn’t be I looked at it

    Expected a lie

    Sand 砂

    Storm 嵐

    Because humans often thing the same

    Low and behold

    The language becomes so much easier when you understand why and how

    Twinkle twinkle

    Ladybug star

    How I wonder who you are

    Up above the world red light

    Like a diamond in the night

    Seemingly nameless star

    Now of the ladybug, you are.

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  • A violent call to whisper

    In the night in the night

    Standing over your bed frame

    Chuckling with fright

    How you cannot hear me you will never know

    Only when you hear true silence could the river flow

    In that instant that your ears no longer hear the beat of your own heart

    That is when you’ll know it’s over and I’ll give it a start

    Truth unwary solitary wariness within

    All of it lost in a place smaller than a pin

    In the distance there is nothing

    No horizon and

    No light

    And now you see me crying in the corner of the night

    Dripping down the windows in the rainless drop of rain

    With a finger on your window I will never come again

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  • I need some help right now

    I imagine myself sending him

    I need some help right now

    Foolishly I imagine he hears me and says

    I’m not a psychiatrist contact a help line

    I don’t need a help line

    I imagine saying back I imagine how I feel right now

    I don’t need some guy named Nick but not really Nick

    They have fake names you see

    And he’ll say

    Just get through to tomorrow

    Just make it through

    Which is great but I haven’t seen anyone since my birthday and before that I hadn’t seen him for a month

    Showed up for a disjointed dinner

    I impose on them

    When I’m not there my sister speaks

    I don’t know if I’m real right now I feel so shut off

    I see these beautiful lives and I know I make it to tomorrow because I have to feed them but

    I feel so empty like I’m going to implode on myself and I don’t

    I don’t send him that message

    And none of it happens and

    I’ll be fine I’ll just get high and fight the night and go to sleep and if I still feel the same way I’ll love through it

    You don’t really need me

    He’d say

    You need someone else

    Dear someone else

    He’s wrong

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