Poems

pine needle sting is spent
dried soft under charred hard soles
from black-tarred, red hot, white sands

I’m an unmade bed, a sink of dirty water
I’ve been ripped up and put back together
One too many times

We are e) All of the above
a) the lips,
b) the kisser
c) the pressing against and
d) the kissed

Catch an Ox by the tail
Pass the parcel
Make it scream
Pin it to the wall
Seems everything he did– gave me the finger:
Ordering the bloodiest meat on the menu
Blowing smoke in my face
Taking me to a wine bar when I am not drinking
Asking me questions when I cannot speak
Getting hammered and falling asleep Infront of TV,
hand down [...]

navigating
our seemingly separate ways
one towards Southern Cross and one towards the Northern lights
we both magnetically move
in the same direction
propelled
forwards
Two wings of the same bird
We travel as one