Poultice

You make me mean. Unclean.
I want to wash off the hateful things I say
Make them go away.
You bring out my demons. The ones I hold inside
The ones I successfully hide.
From everyone. But you.
You are a poultice on this ravaged heart.
Right from the very start.
I know you. I know you well.
You are my hell.
Only because we’re cut from the same dough.
The same heart. The same head.
We’re both gingerbread.
Except it’s not the crocodile that eats us.
We eat each other up whole.
Heart to soul.

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Donkey Brain

I’m better with just a whisper of you in my life

The feint tinge of your delicious breath on my neck

Any more of your air and I don’t care

About me. About them.

About anything.

Just a whisper of potential is the carrot to my donkey brain

Stops me going insane.

Too much of you is a gas chamber

A clamber to get out.

The overwhelming sensation of being overcome.

So don’t shout. Don’t talk.

But if you must.

Whisper. Whisper. Whisp…

(C) Slumpless

A word please

There’s a word but I cannot find it

For the things you do to me.

For the weaving, heaving breaths that you bestow

It’s on the tip of my tongue

Just like you.

A lick, a flick away.

There’s a word that I search for to understand

To make tangible even with only my mouth.

I’m sure if I try to utter it

It will fumble and tumble, rise and fall

Just like you. Just like me.

There’s a word made of a million kisses and slaps to the face

Of cracks to the heart

Then soothing embrace

There’s a word for you and me, for us.

There’s a word. There is.

But I cannot find it.

(C) Slumpless

Open

“And which did you love the most?”They say
While I lie on my death bed this Autumn day
“I loved them all.” I do reply
“Although it changed, it didn’t die.
I loved his eyes , the other’s hair
Each had their own unique flair
They were all my loves they were all my souls
Filling needs and gaping holes
“But how can you share?”They always ask ?
“Is this not truly an impossible task?”
Impossible only because society made it so
One must come the other go
If I could have had them all I would
It doesn’t mean I’m up to no good
This regret that I let each one away
Because “sharing love is not ok”
I wish.. I wish, I kept them all
Because I think it is possible to fall
For not just one soul but a whole lot more
This does not make me a heartless whore!
I love them all. I always will.
This beating heart is suddenly still
But this light inside that they all lit
Will never stop. Will never quit.
Now I’m free of this mortal coil
The rules up here are much less toil
I can love as many as I need
It’s seen as positive, not as greed
I can hold his hand while I hug the next
Nobody here seems perplexed
A woman is capable of great great things
None are tied to wedding rings
This loving art can seem quite daunting
But it makes me too busy for ghostly haunting
“Ah but tell the truth if you had to pick
Through hell and highwater through thin and thick
There must be one you love the most
while alive or now a ghost?”
Well yes I admit there’s one whose soul
Was closest to my very own
But I stand by the rest and urge you to consider
That this monogamous life is quite a hinder
All the cheating all the lies
Are unnecessary if one just tries
To be more open to other ways
Of loving humans throughout our days
So little by little it won’t be quick
Dismantle this construct brick by brick
If it doesn’t hurt , it doesn’t harm
Then really it shouldn’t cause such alarm
Don’t wait to die to open your heart
Do it now ,make a start.
(C) Slumpless

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

The Shit Show

There is a ragged breath that rasps its way out just before sleep beckons

It speaks of trapped thoughts let out like a cat into the night.

I am never exhaling with the full force of my lungs

Not until that moment in the dark where frantic wisps of all the itchy things I’ve done burst forth and dance on my covers.

It’s the shit show and I’m front row.

No clapping here as I cover my eyes with trembling fingers.

All I see are shards of the day

Here now to pierce my soul as they rip through my guts

Their incessant replaying of all the things I would rather forget.

Their beautifully ugly embellishments bringing heat to my cheeks over and over.

Nowhere to go but clamber back behind the curtain of my sleeping eyes

To the tepid waters of my longterm brain

There they shall remain

Each day honing their skills to cut the heart of me right from under my nose

Even in slumbering repose.

(C) Slumpless