February3
My mouth is red ribbons
from all these papercut kisses
Oscillating electrically within
memories of moments I drowned in your smile
and I am hanged from the signs
which point like daggers
to the time I exploded
in you
- 03/02/2011
February3
Conditions.
The humbling ambitions
you attach to my configurations,
animations
In my every instance
you dismiss…
Deny me this:
A higher sense of purpose
Are you all I deserve?
I observe
I mask your nerve
I absorb what you serve
Expendable tourniquet
I have been left
Cold/used/ wet
Bereft
02/02/2011
September1

I’ve been looking to consolidate some examples of my writing for some time and stumbled upon these poems which I wrote a while ago. They are served up for your delectation.
Spoiler alert: it’s all about thwarted love
In Absentia
My heart longs to beat
And not hear its echo
Dissipate in this cavern
And feel thick blood
Coursing through depressed veins
On its journey to a pitch black soul
Memory is my malicious master
Sweeping agony across the void
Time without you is a whip he cracks
Desire for you is the devils potion
To which I am willingly enslaved
Where arching backs meet aching hearts
Therein lie our truths
Envelop me again
And remind me why
Your autograph is forever tattooed
In my uxoriousness to you
Wreck
Myself expressed too much by your hand
The sculptor has abandoned his piece
Incomplete and unfulfilled
Seeking still the familiar touch
That caress of intimacy
The artists way
Destroy me as you have created me
My lovebody is wrecked
ghost limb
I never left you
I am the sleeping giant who has blindly carried you
My larger frame has always contorted to fit your shadow
You are my ghost limb
Your smell still haunts the sheets where love was made
Away from us
There you go again
Trying to pretend
This is not a war
We’ve both lost more
Than we ever realised we had
But I’m not going down tonight
without a fight
Thoughts of you are diving knives
Slicing clear a path through my core
Cut up and twisted
I don’t feel anymore
Denying you is killing me
This uneasy alliance
Walking tightropes
Where vertigo and violence
Have tempered together
To perfect black silence
You let go as I hold on
I slip effortlessly
From what I have known
Away from us