Did you wear yellow to fool me?
“Quirky” you with your bright,effervescent smile.
Your dimples hinted at endless laughter
A gurgling brook sourced at heaven.
And your sparkling eyes were jewels to my vapid heart.
Did you giggle because you knew it tickled me.
Were your jokes even your own?
How can you look like an angel and sound like one
Then turn around and do what you do ?
Nature’s trick is what I call you.
An April fool for every day of the year.
You wear yellow and smile like a child
But there is only black on your brush
And I let you paint all over me.(C)Slumpless
When I find myself in the midst of groggy strife.
When I can’t even see the sky for the black
I listen. I listen.
To the thumping drum ,the melodic hum.
It resonates with my soul
Takes the dust from my eyes
Lets me see heaven.
So when I feel choked with life’s regrets and woes
When all I see is darkness.
The cure. The fix.The trick.
Is music, music,music.
Your looks will fade my love
And all the endless preening will come to naught
I was once like you
In other flames, my comfort sought
I let my fire dwindle while I stoked theirs.
And danced like a dervish and whirled through their stares.
Slow it was, the creeping decay
Which turned copper to rust
Grass to hay.
Until one day they looked no more.
And my inner workings were merely gore.
Left uncared for … my brain did rot
And thus it is….my unhappy lot.
So dance my pretty
I’m not saying no
But keep your inner fire burning
Because your looks will go.
Originally posted May 2017.
Torpedo love bore holes in my comfortable life
Now I can’t remember how I ever enjoyed being alone
Torpedo love, blew away the cobwebs in my soul.
But there is still a spider. Incy. Wincy.
Ever so slowly. Ever so softly.
Torpedo love turned me to goo
But the arachnid is you.
Too late now for me. Too late.
I cannot move. I can feel its breath.
Torpedo love is made for death.
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.
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.
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…
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.