You’re missing a ‘W’ in everything you do

Ork, ant, ill

I can never be your ‘ife’

With just a tinkle in your life.

(c) Slumpless



It’s all been done before.


I’m chronically in love with you.

” Every step you take, every move you make..”

Oh wait it’s all been done before?

Well this love hasn’t.

My love for you is a thumbprint.

My love for you is like the word that rhymes with orange.

No no not that it doesn’t exist!


It’s sporange ( look it up- I  did)

My love for you is like sniffing glue ( I imagine)

It’s hit me in the face like that game. You know … Pie face.

Full throttle to the gob. Exciting. Funny. Runny.

I love you till the cows come home and get milked. Over and over.


I will love you after I sag  and before I rot

I will love you in the next world and all the worlds after.

It’s all been done before?

Yep. again and again and again.

Forever. Foralways. For me.

(To JJ)

(c) Slumpless







Death Star


And when I left

I was pinned to the stars I once looked at

Hooked to the constellations

Swinging from the moon.

I became the swirling universe

But I felt nothing but peace.


There were no more ‘shoulds’

No more regrets.

I wasn’t missing out, you see?

I am everywhere and everything.

I am in you and with you and always will.

How can I be sad I’m gone ?

I know you are.

You look for me in the star.

The one we named together.

But don’t crane your neck to see me

As I craned mine to see those before.

For I am more.

More than just heavens.

More than hell.

I am all.

And I am well.

(c) Slumpless




I have paid the price for a half-life

A half thought.

A relationship fraught.

Together ? Or not?

He loves you. He loves you not.

Make a decision for f#*%k’s sake.

The ground won’t shake.

Then maybe we would have been ok.

Better rounded. Our depression unfounded.

Oh what a burden to carry

Did they mean to marry?

Wishing they would divorce

It couldn’t get any worse.

Not for me. Not for us.

A life undefined.

Something terribly wrong but not on paper

Never on paper. Too black and white.

Enough with this shite.

It’s not right. It never was.

Were you trying to protect us?

Or was it yourselves you were trying to save?

Neither one of you brave..

Enough. Enough.

Only now I can move on

Try not to do the same wrongs.

You’re still ostriches though

At least you’ll be grand

With your heads in the sand.

Not us. Definitely not me.

The blinkers are gone

The things I always believed , the same old song

No more. No more.

I want more.

So much more.

(c) Slumpless




I was doing so well. I was doing so well..jpg

I let the madness show by accident

It dribbled out my mouth

Your eyes widened

And suddenly you had to leave

I had no tissues

I couldn’t hide

You had already crossed to the other side.

I was doing so well. I was doing so well.

Drooling fool. Drooling fool.

And all I said was:

‘Terribly grey isn’t it?’

That’s all I said.

It must have been high pitched

Maybe I twitched.

It’s too late now. Too late.

There will always  be the divide.

Normal over there.

Crazy on this side.




Life is Short



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No one came  to my  funeral.

No sobs . No cries.

I was most surprised.

Had they even noticed I was gone?

Had they forgotten to put an ad in the paper?

Had they forgotten to update ‘RIP.ie’?

I’m dead. I’m dead. I know.

So what does it matter?

But it does you see ?

It’s a soul’s job to listen to hear about its life.

‘Loving mother and wife.’

Or something like that.

But there is only silence.

And only  the wind howls.

Where are you my child ?

You suckled at my breast.

I built you a nest.

You took shelter under my wing once.

When did you take flight for good?

Was my approval so important to you?

I suppose it must have been.

And what about you my ex.

Are you still vexed?

We ended things amicably.

Didn’t we?

Clearly not. You’re away while I rot.

What about you friends?

Is this really the end?

I know I forgot to call you back

I know I missed the odd wedding or two

And funeral.

Oh dear. Oh dear.

All the little things I didn’t do.

And now all I see is an empty pew.

(c) Slumpless