Things that never fade

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Barnacles of guilt cling to my underbelly
Ugly protrusions that only I can see
They form the frame of me
This terrible guilt. This terrible guilt.
I wish. I wish. I wish I were a fish.
What’s the point of wishing ?
Better to go fishing.
I’m no ordinary vessel though
I’m tethered to the shore
Forever wanting more
The salty water is furrowing my bow
The seagulls laughing because I hold no plunder
All thunder.
No electricity here.
I hear whales singing or rather I feel it in my neck
My hull.my skull.
Echoes of all the wrongs I ever did
The ones I hid
They re the ones that stick
Gouge them off with a sharp blade ?
You think I haven’t tried?
Water laps at the edges of me. A little acid from a world gone mad for things that never fade.
Eroding my core. Reminding me I’m a wh….
The rope is taking longer to fray
Soon I’ll be a skeleton ship.
Tied at the hip.
Soon I’ll be a frame. Only a frame
With creatures chewing my brain.
Those barnacles though. Well they ‘ll just cling to some other thing. Something good.
Rock not wood.

(c) Slumpless

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Lifer

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I scrambled into the derelict halls of you

And wove through the scattered rubble of your heart

Siphoning blood in hopes that you would..

You might..

Never mind. I was going elsewhere

I was moving up

Your clavicle was my trampoline

Up up I soared

To the complex tunnels in your head

Wandering there instead

It’s heaven up here. And Hell.

Too much going on to tell

Do you love me ?Or am I insane

There are no clues in your busy brain

And now I’m lost in this terrible maze

Those horrible hours melding into days.

Then suddenly I find myself moving south

Lolling in your exquisite mouth

A sudden jerk , I feel a lunge

From your body I am expunged.

I lie in dribble on the floor

The mystery of you is no more

I saw your innards , I thought I was a lifer

But your thoughts I could not decipher

That time inside took its toll

I never made it to your soul

Perhaps it’s better never to find

What goes on in a lover’s mind.

(C) Slumpless

Death Star

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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.

Release.

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

Dribble

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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.

(c)Slumpless

 

Funereal

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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

 

 

 

The MANicure

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And  I thought of you

As I always do

When there is silence and void.

I suppose you filled those once.

Filled me.

I remember the ways you held me

Those cold nights in your embrace

Your beard in my face.

I must have read lies in your thumbs

My brain went numb.

Lies in your licking

Your lapping

Your gentle slapping.

It was all a dream.

A bubble.

No beard just stubble.

You cut me out as you would your nails

A half thought before breakfast

A chore.

A tick on your to-do list.

Maybe that’s why I’m pissed.

I was left seeking more.

More than a cut.

More than a snip.

But all I was to you was a

Dead end.

(c) Slumpless

Limp

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You’re tiring of me

Quick as quick

I can already feel the limpness in your dick.

What a pity. What a shame.

The fire between us , isn’t eternal flame.

So, so sad. So, so tragic.

That I can no longer work my magic.

‘Treat you mean and keep you keen’?

A kick to the guts? A jab to spleen?

Must I really become a shard

In order for you to get hard?

Screw it. Let this thing end

Before we are no longer friends.

(c) Slumpless