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The hollow sound of pen dropped onto paper
a drop in the bucket
dissolved and disappeared as soon as it falls
Given up
No longer struggling to climb the sides
Dwarfed
by it’s task’s enormity
Final
Like pulling curtains closed at the end of the day
Private, tight
The day’s light is exhausted and I don’t want you seeing into me
Throwing boots [...]

4th Avenue, Kingsland spider
dancing up your wall
though, it was only when I played
she stopped, when I turned my gaze
into her corner
Must enjoy the vibrations through her arachnid-octave of fine-haired legs
hers
is such a mathematical sensitivity

Until the rains came
I was lying awake on your floor
wishing you ill
Hoping you would burn in hell
this Guy Fawkes night
for all the emails you flung at me
rubbing my battered face in my misery
with your newfound love
Sleepless
Upsetting apple carts
so carefully stacked
with every innocent fruit, good from the start
not a bad one among them
Now, strewn and bruised [...]

Yes, but, maybe, she’s a two-house, two-man or more woman?
Yes, but…
To her, It’s never enough

“Let it be wonderful” she said “to shine as brightly as it can”
not all blisters and pain
there can still be a gentle
slow
coloration
like the flush of red wine
or the blushing of a love-struck cheek
Let it be new
Falling
in love
without asking questions
or checking that you’re right
or wrong
Allowing it to slow and quicken
without holding the reigns’ rough leather [...]