Sunday, August 10, 2014

Make me

Dreaming playing paying sprouting
words on walls and pavements
dead unsaid unmeaning
the darkness sprawled scrawled
in the middle of the night
Just saying, you don't know
just how fucking happy
I could feel if I wanted to.


Wednesday, July 2, 2014

every very

These words are not what I want
and yet I want for what I have no words.
And oh how I've waited,
and waited
for the world to end
or for you to say something
or something, like this, but not this
God no

the feelings crack and roll
my ribs
my tongue
tangled all the way through you
through everything we loved and fought for
and life itself
a ticking time bomb
set inside my own dear heart.

My own dear heart
Do you read me? can you hear me?
Dear heart come in, come home,
come closer
I want to breathe you the fuck in
and swallow you whole
as if my life did not depend upon it
as if I did not live just for your every very beat.

Monday, June 2, 2014

Dreamspoken

Night after night after day after night
the poetry I want pours into
the things that don't make sense
and God rewrites his secret codes
in a particular humour
like this joke that is my life

But not my only life,
because I never planned to only live once
but over and over and under and all the way through
Until neither of us even care which way is up
because I'm already breathing here
deep underwater, giving the dream away.




Sunday, May 4, 2014

the pulse of life

keeping a finger on the pulse of life requires a little sensitivity,
if you have to slash your wrist in order to find it you won't be able to hold it there for long.

Sunday, April 27, 2014

The man who stole the face of God

when we stormed the gates of heaven,
I didn't understand
Just how forgiving God could be

I didn't imagine
how heavy it might be to bear the one true face

I didn't know he'd let you have
more than we could carry back

I didn't realise you'd be willing to die to keep it.


Sunday, March 30, 2014

exciting and insistent

These words are all I know and all I have to offer
take them in your precious hands
let them shine in your eyes and whisper 
quietly but constantly in your ear
exciting and insistent; 
"You are it".

Pour them over your head and let them loose over your naked skin
listen to them drip off your shoulders and gather in the soft places 
where you are most human. 
"This Life is yours."

I want you to know that I love you
no matter what, no matter how, just like this; 
like breathing in and out.
like fucking this
Literally, Sweetly, Sexily
intimately Ultimately; 
Like God himself
Forever and ever amen. 

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Word

And just like that
your soul revokes the words no longer said unmeant

even though the masters wore them down
they are not for understanding

and each repetition each reading changes everything

because theres only one language

and only one thing to say

Just a hundred million different ways to put it.