Too Muchness

You’re very aware of your “too muchness” He said.

“Much too much” I replied

I’m much too emotional

Much too intense

Much too mad

Much too sad

It’s all too much you know ?

But for who ? For me ? For you?

What about too less ? Isn’t that worse ?

Much more of a curse?

I suppose he’s right.

I suppose more is better

Then why do I feel less ?



Mannaaaah From HeavenĀ 

How sweet it is to be held in honey

Luscious and amber ,tongue to cheek

I’m weak. I’m weak. 


I hadn’t realized that I was worthy of this manaaaaah

The delight in craving 

Something that is saving

Me. You. Us.

Is there a sting coming though? 

Do u feed me sugar and spice ?

Keep it nice

Until suddenly you strike 

And I’m again fool

Caught in a sticky spool

Left to dream at night






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



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 …




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 ?


You hold all the cards petal.

And soon the light will fade.

But where you need heat

I survive in the shade.

(c) Slumpless

The Barrier Method


I don’t shave my legs when I come to meet you.

It’s the only way.

My petty vanity will save the day.

Not your wife. Not your child. All the should not’s won’t keep you safe.

It’s those tiny bristles that act like thistles.

Those thorns on my castle.

But I’m no sleeping beauty and your kiss will never wake me up.

(c) Slumpless

Wrist watch


I lay on my back ,

Half today , half shadow-lands

A tiny man appeared on my wrist.

He dug at the veins with purpose, as he would a field

His tiny brow furrowed, his miniature overalls covered in blood.

What was he searching for ?

Every pick of his perfect axe

Was in time with my beating heart

And the tiny sway of my hairs

Were like corn in the breeze.

I could smell rain in the air and sighed.

As tears ran down my cheeks.

He looked up and stopped

‘There’s a storm coming.’ He whispered.

To me? To  the sky?

‘There’s a storm coming and you are going to die.’

(c) Slumpless