Witch Way

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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

 

 

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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

Citrus Light

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Can I be a warm balmy evening?

Can I be fresh citrus light?

Can I coat you in apple blossoms

Taste your cherry flavored gum

Just for fun?

Can I breathe out desire and soak in stress

Make life seem less…. just less.

Can my soft skin tip yours so that goosebumps hold you close

Can I be the mosquito that sucks your blood

Both annoying and good

Scratch. Scratch me.

Let me in

Under your skin

All over your mouth.

Let me linger on your fingers

Loll on your nose

In quiet repose.

I can be in all of your senses

All of your dreams

Just wish it so. Wish it true.

So I can be all of those things for you.

(c) Slumpless

 

 

Junk in my trunk

Clunkety-clunk. Clunkety-clunk.

That’s the sound of my heart ever since you left.

It heaves as it tries to beat , it splutters and stalls.

Every pump it makes, rattles my bones

Sets my teeth on edge.

I’m running out of fuel.

No air in my tyres.

Here’s to all you liars. 

Here’s to all your lies.

I guess I’ve got baggage from here on in.

Clunkety-clunk. Clunkety-clunk.

 Plenty of junk in my once empty trunk.

(C) Slumpless

Blow me

Blow me.

Blow me out. 

Just keep exhaling. 

You know we’re failing.

Do it. Until I am no more than a distant mist.
I’ll turn to cloud and then to rain.

Either way I’ll end up in a drain.

But maybe just maybe..

I will fall in a stream.

Or end up in someone’s soaking dream. 

So blow me. Blow me well.

Because your breath is purgatory but your lungs are hell.

(C) Slumpless

Rampage

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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