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 

Advertisements

Witch Way

witch-949055_1920

Can I dabble in you?

Stick my spoon in and sift through the liquids of your soul?

Your cauldron will bubble

Skin, nails, stubble.

I will scoop at the good bits make them float to the top

But just as you boil over

I will stop.

Simmer. Simmer. Simmer.

You know I go witch way.

That the follicles of your heart

Are mine to control

Along with your soul

And every other inch.

Pinch. Pinch. Pinch.

A bit of this and that

Added to the mix

Stirring you up

You’re froth. Broth.

Moth to my flame.

Bubble. Bubble. Pop.

(c) Slumpless

 

 

Self-flagellation

I’m a lost cause 

The same mistakes over and over

Addicted to the error

Flagellated by the outcome

Just for a taste of sublime wrong

I sing old songs

I get on my own nerves

So I suppose I deserve this

All of this.

And yet maybe I’m making small changes each time

To the words. To the rhyme.

Enough so that I can live with myself.

And maybe all these little changes

Will alter the big picture

And my mistakes will stand up tall and will no longer quiver

And there will come a day when I won’t consider them flaws when I will hit pause and see

That all these things are just part of me

And that the whip I use to beat myself

Is not made of leather but only words

But oh those words can sting

They can cause such harm

Built of old ways and old fears

Ancient rivers sodden with tears.

Tears that no longer run true

But still manage to soak

To turn me into sop.

To muddled mess with dying fish floating at the surface.

I need to set myself free. I need to run to sea.

To disperse into bigger things

To lose my concentration.

Then maybe if I really don’t over think.

I will float instead of …

(C)Slumpless

Rampage

man-979980_1920

I’m on a rampage of your soul

I want it all.

Every sliver and quiver of its ethereal light.

If I breathe deeply enough I can swallow it whole

Capture it in the dungeons of my own.

Is it too much to ask that you let me be host?

To that which you cling onto the most?

(c) Slumpless

 

Ode To A Barista

Flick. Flick. Screw.

You had me .

Your beautiful arms. Your concentrated face.

The line of people waiting for you to froth. 

You were a dancer, with nothing but your wrists and hands

In a vapour haze with all your tricks

Just to give me my daily fix.

(C) Slumpless

Half-ass Bad-ass

hands-1031131_1920.jpg

You’re not really a rebel, are you?

With your skull tattoos and lost soul vibe.

You sit on a bike that you can’t  ride

You smoke pot all the time so you can’t drive.

You walk with a swagger but have no sway

Your ridiculous stories give you away

Your ‘live in the moment’ constant retort

Although you really do nothing of the sort.

You like heavy-metal fine.. ok

You over insist that you’re not ‘gay’

You’re mean though

I’ll give you that.

Shut me out of life

Make me feel like a twat.

You’re a rebel without a reason

I committed no crime or treason.

I wanted you and that was all

Your worst crime was to pretend to fall

You’re full of crap and rather crass

You’re really not a good.. bad-ass.

(c) Slumpless

Follicle

model-2405131_1920

You are tied to me at just the tip

While you wave in the sky

The root of you is always with me

In me.

So flow in the wind

Because in the end you won’t fly away.

You won’t split

You will stay.

(I hope)

(c)Slumpless