Please Sir, may I have some more?

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Oh you have worn me down.

Pressing the tips of your calloused hands against my heart.

Stop.  Stop. Restart.

I can’t take much more of this.

Just as I think the last drop, the last atom is gone

I’m wrong.

Again.

‘You  have me at hello?’

Well you floored me with it.

And I tried to be casual.

I promise I did.

But this heart of mine still holds your prints

And it’s held up with splints

Which broke.

I’m a joke. A clown.

A lingering fool.

Jelly string on a spool.

I mean nothing to you

And that’s never happened me before.

I have never been cast aside like a whore.

But you stopped me with silence.

But that silence was a roar.

I’m still sore. I’m still sore.

So why do I want more?

(c) Slumpless

 

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Waves

I look for comfort in billowing spume.

Thunderous. Luminous. Vicious.

Circular motion then thundering roar

That’s where my heart can soar.

That body. That body.

That mass. Oh my.

I can barely hear the seagulls cry.

I seek comfort in it’s swishy gurgle

Its undulating moves.

Its undertow , high and low. 

I can ride this beast 

But can never conquer it’s swell.

Oh well.

I’m driftwood . 

Bobbing. Bobbing. Babbling.

Rushing to shore. Rushing to shore.

Then poof….. No more. 

No more me. 

Only soft yellow sands

Formed from a million things that were once tough as rock.

But are now full of footprints.

(C) Slumpless 

Little Hands

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I’ll burrow deeper into feather, into soft downy threads

Nestle and settle in a ball in this bed

Escape my head.

Escape you. All of you.

I need time at sea. Time to see.

To dream away this life of grime.

Time… so much time.

This life of traffic, of murk.

Work.Work. Work.

I’ll float in nothing for a while longer

Until I’m stronger

But little hands land on my head

Soft cheeks settle on my pillow

‘Are you ok mum? Are you asleep?’

For little voice I’m drawn out of the deep.

This time.

I hug little hands close to me

Under the cover

For now hibernation is over.

For now. 

(c) Slumpless

Black Lips

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My fermenting thoughts, turned you to wine.

Better than grape but not as sweet

Warbling like a stream through my pretty veins

Making me babble like a brook

Black lips, giving you away.

Giving me away.

And though I swirl you about my mouth

I never spit you out.

(c) Slumpless

IVY

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I will never tire of you, just as you are

Sublime perfection, shining in the soft sunshine.

But I can already feel you wilting..tilting towards other flowers

And I have always been ivy

Climbing the walls,

Clinging too tight.

Needing to be ‘cut back’.

They don’t say ‘Ivy power’ do they ?

No.

You hold all the cards petal.

And soon the light will fade.

But where you need heat

I survive in the shade.

(c) Slumpless

Glycerin Love

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Your glycerin love washes over me

I’m in a lather

A right palava

Soaked to the bone with your sudsy desire

Wet but no fire.

I’m bubbling at the skin

Living in soapy sin.

You slip and slide

Giving me hope

Soap on a rope

A leash.

But with every rub and scrub

Every wallow and soak

You fade.

(c) Slumpless

 

 

Lug

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You don’t know it but I still lug you around

Close to the ground

You weigh more than you should and I still don’t know why

And sometimes when I least expect it

You fall on the floor

All the remnants of what we were

Lie scattered about for all to see.

I’m getting better though

Better at packing you away.

At folding all those wrinkles out.

And someday(when I’m ready)

I will leave you behind on a train

And you will be the one who is lost.

(c) Slumpless